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another day.
                Staffan suddenly loomed over her. He looked beautiful and sexy, stubble covering his jaw. “What the hell happened to the door of your bathroom?” he demanded.
                Saffi could only smile weakly. “I accidentally locked myself inside.”
                His jaw dropped.
                And then the next thing she knew, Staffan was doing his best to undress her.
                “Wha---” Her words were swallowed by his hungry kisses, and with a sigh, she kissed him back, all her worries driven away by the force of his need.
                “I told you,” he groaned against her mouth. “Everything you do and say, baby. It fucking turns me on.” Staffan moved down, his hands shaping her breasts as if they were something he missed holding, cherishing. He nuzzled the valley between them. “Everything, baby,” he whispered. “Everything.”
                She closed her eyes as Staffan’s kisses slowly went further down, her legs parting sweetly under his command. Please. It was her very last thought before desire caused her mind to go blank.
                Please let that always be true….
     
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                All eyes were on him when Staffan groggily came out of Saffi’s dorm room, his back aching like shit because of her too short and too narrow bed. One more year, Staffan told himself. Just one more fucking year of torture and Saffi would graduate and they could finally have a fucking decent bed. But right now, the space constraints of her dorm room didn’t allow for changes, so it was either the bed or the floor.
                He bit back a curse and a sigh at the thought. One more year, Staffan reminded himself.
                As he slid a ten-dollar bill into the slot and ordered a cappuccino, Staffan caught sight of the reflection of a redhead gazing at him on the mirrored surface of the vendo machine. Normally, this would not be something he would notice, but there was something weird about the way she was looking at him.
                After bending down to take his coffee and his change, he turned to her.
                Guilt flickered in her eyes before she quickly retreated into her room.
                It was the same with all the other girls he walked past. On his way back to Saffi’s room, he heard Mary – the nice quiet girl Saffi was close friends with – arguing heatedly with another girl.
                Staffan frowned. “Hey. Everything all right?”
                Mary appeared pale and upset, and she became even paler at his question.
                The other girl flashed Mary a triumphant smile before turning to him. She was tall and dark-haired, with an impressive rack made even more eye-catching by her tank top, which seemed to be a size smaller than it should be.
                “She thinks I’m being a bitch but I’m not. I just really care about you ‘coz besides being hot and loaded, you seem like a really nice guy.” She handed him a rolled-up tabloid, which he automatically took. “It seems like you don’t know so…sorry to be the bearer of bad news. If you’re looking for someone to comfort you afterwards, my room is just down the hallway.”
                “Staffan---” Mary was looking anxiously at him.
                He carefully unrolled the tabloid.
                Lies, his heart insisted, but Staffan’s mind knew the truth. Without a word, he stalked back into Saffi’s room. He took her phone from the bedside table and scrolled through the recent calls.
    Jeremy
    Jeremy
    Jeremy
    Jeremy
                All in the course of one fucking weekend, the same weekend he had been away. All of Saffi’s calls were from the son of a fucking desert prince.
                A bitter laugh escaped Staffan. Only