Twisted Dreams by Marissa Farrar

hands about me, but I did my best to ignore them. They would forget about me soon enough.
    Wishing I had a room to myself, and praying Brooke would have found somewhere else to hang out for awhile, I headed back to my dorm.
    Brooke wasn’t in, but someone else was.
    My eyes widened in shock, and I glanced back toward the door, wondering if I’d imagined things or had walked into the wrong room. But when I looked back, there he was, all dark, tousled hair and piercing blue eyes, sitting on my bed. The shock of seeing him was like someone had punched me in the stomach, not only because of the strangeness of finding a boy in my room, but because the sheer beauty of him left me breathless.
    I fought against my body’s reaction in order to get my brain to function again, and force my mouth to come out with a normal reaction to finding someone who was practically a stranger sitting on my bed.
    “What the hell are you doing in my room?”
    The window behind him was open, the wind causing the drapes to lift as though someone was behind them. I frowned. Had the weather suddenly changed? I didn’t remember it being breezy when I’d crossed campus.
    “And how did you get in here?” I continued, trying not to be distracted by his mouth. A crease ran vertically down the middle of his lower lip, the effect pouty and almost feminine. I bit my own lip in reaction, feeling the blood rush to the area, as I imagined my teeth biting down on his mouth.
    I shook the thought from my head and focused on the important thing. The door had been unlocked. Had I forgotten to lock it, or had Brooke? But that still didn’t explain how he’d made it through the front door without anyone challenging him.
    One corner of that full mouth turned up. His blue eyes twinkled. “I sneaked in. I’m good at going unnoticed.”
    His Irish accent made my insides melt, but I forced myself to be hard. I wasn’t one of those girls who turned into goo the moment they were in the presence of a hot guy.
    “Not by me, you’re not. Seems to me like you’re everywhere I look. Now get out of here before my roommate gets back. She thinks I’m crazy as it is. You being here will make things even worse.”
    He got to his feet, but instead of walking out the door, he approached me. His eyes slightly narrowed, but didn’t leave my face for a moment. My heart increased its pace with every step he took closer to me, my breath growing shallow. He stopped a mere six inches from me, looking down at me so his jaw length hair fell around his face.
    “Don’t pretend having me in your bedroom does nothing to you.”
    I didn’t want him to know he was right. I stepped back, trying to break whatever spell he had me under. “You leave me cold,” I said.
    Infuriatingly, he laughed. “See, I knew you were icy. Maybe that’s what I should call you from now on, Icy.”
    “You don’t need to call me anything,” I shot back.
    “Aww, come on, Icy. You don’t really want me to leave.”
    I didn’t. He was driving me nuts, but I certainly didn’t want him to go. He’d occupied my thoughts constantly since I’d first seen him working the ride. But at the same time, I was terrified of Brooke coming back and what her reaction would be. The girl already had it in for me. But yet I couldn’t stand not knowing the reason for Riley being in my bedroom.
    “Okay, Riley,” I submitted. “Tell me what you want and then get the hell out of here.”
    He jerked back in surprise. “How do you know my name?”
    I knew this would throw him. “The cops told me.”
    “They came to speak with you already?”
    “Sure did. Were asking me lots of questions about you, how I knew you, what kind of set up you had going on.”
    I enjoyed the falter in his cocky attitude.
    “And what did you tell them?”
    “I don’t see why I need to tell you anything. As far as I can see, you owe me. If I’d not warned all those people about the ride, you and the rest of your crew could be up for a