"I know you want me," he said, a mischievous smile, nibbling the straw of his mojito. I rolled my eyes. More narcissistic than this little asshole, you die. But, unfortunately, I couldn't deny that he was right. I had unwittingly become thirsty, addicted, just by imagining that perfect body against mine. But, I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of having the last word. - I already have a boyfriend, I replied. - And I have an exam tomorrow, he retorted tit for tat. - Which report? - Ah! Weren't we supposed to make the list of things we were going to cheat on? he said, an arched eyebrow. Cover by Heaven_Pain.