The early morning light sliced through the blinds of Carol Danvers’ dorm room, casting sharp lines across the tangled sheets. Carol, with her signature blonde hair mussed from sleep, squinted at the clock on her nightstand. 7:45 AM. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, her voice rough with the remnants of last night’s tequila shots. They were cutting it damn close for Professor Stark’s 8:00 AM lecture, and she wasn’t about to let a tardy mark tarnish her perfect record.
She rolled over, her toned arm reaching out to jab a sharp elbow into the side of the man sprawled beside her. “Hey, lazy ass, get up. We’re late,” she snapped, though a smirk tugged at her lips as she watched Liam Thomas groan dramatically.
Liam, all tousled dark hair and stubbled jaw, cracked one eye open. “Woman, can’t you see I’m recovering from your insatiable demands last night?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mock exhaustion. “I’m a broken man, Carol.”
“Oh, please,” she shot back, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “You loved every second of it. Now move before I drag you out of here by your pretty little hair.” She stood, stretching with a confidence that made it impossible for Liam to look away as she grabbed her tightest pair of jeans from the chair.
Liam propped himself up on an elbow, his smirk widening as he watched her shimmy into the denim, the fabric hugging every curve of her powerful frame. “Damn, Danvers. How do you expect me to focus on anything when you’re putting on a show like that?”
“Eyes up, Thomas,” she quipped, tossing him a wicked grin over her shoulder as she yanked on a fitted black tee. “And brush your teeth. Your morning breath could knock out a Kree army.”
He barked out a laugh, rolling out of bed with a groan. “Says the woman whose breath smells like a distillery. What was it, tequila or regret?”
“Both,” she fired back, tossing his shirt at him with a flick of her wrist. “Now hustle, lover boy. I’m not taking the fall for your slow ass.”
They scrambled to get dressed, trading barbs as they tugged on shoes and grabbed their backpacks. Racing down the dorm hall, their footsteps echoed against the tiled floor. Liam, unable to resist, reached out and gave Carol’s curvy backside a playful smack, his grin wide and unapologetic. “God, I love you, you absolute menace.”
Carol didn’t miss a beat, shooting him a sidelong glance as her lips curled into a sassy smirk. “Love you too, you cheeky bastard,” she said, punctuating it with a wink as they burst through the lecture hall doors just as the clock struck 8:00.
They slid into their seats at the back, breathless and barely containing their laughter. Professor Stark, oblivious to their dramatic entrance, launched into a dry monologue about quantum mechanics. Carol caught Liam’s eye, and they exchanged smug smirks over their narrow escape, her foot nudging his under the desk in silent victory.
Forty minutes dragged by, each second heavier than the last. Carol tapped her pen against her notebook, her sharp mind only half on the lecture. She could feel Liam’s gaze on her, restless and heated, like a predator sizing up his next move. She arched a brow at him, whispering, “Keep staring, Thomas, and I’ll start charging admission.”
“Worth every penny,” he murmured back, his voice low and suggestive, sending a shiver down her spine despite the mundane setting.
Before she could retort, a cocky voice cut through the room. Some frat boy in the row ahead, all bravado and bad cologne, snickered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Yo, Danvers, how do you even fit that big booty in those jeans? Need some help getting out of ‘em?”
The room erupted in stifled laughs and whispers. Carol’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening, but before she could unleash the verbal lashing this idiot deserved, Liam was on his feet. His chair scraped back with a harsh screech, and in one fluid motion, he grabbed the guy by the shirt, hoisting him up until his feet dangled an inch off the ground.
“Say that again,” Liam growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that silenced the room. “I dare you.”
The classmate’s smug grin vanished, replaced by wide-eyed panic. “I-I didn’t mean it, man. Sorry, okay? Sorry!”
Liam’s grip tightened for a split second before he dropped the guy back into his seat with a thud. Turning to Carol, his dark eyes glinted with a possessive edge, but she just leaned back in her chair, an amused smirk playing on her lips. “My hero,” she teased, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Didn’t know you were such a knight in shining armor.”
“Only for you, babe,” he shot back, his voice still rough with adrenaline. Then, without warning, he closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her thighs as he scooped her up from her seat. Carol let out a surprised laugh as he pulled her close, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Right there, in front of the entire lecture hall, he kissed her—deep, hungry, and utterly unapologetic.
The room collectively gasped, Professor Stark’s voice faltering mid-sentence. Carol laughed against Liam’s lips, her hands threading through his hair. “You realize everyone’s staring, right?” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper.
“Let ‘em stare,” he growled, his grip tightening on her as if daring anyone to interrupt. “I don’t give a damn who sees. You’re mine, Carol Danvers, and I’ll make sure every last one of these idiots knows it.”
Her smirk widened, her eyes flashing with a mix of challenge and desire. “Oh, I’m yours, am I? Better prove it, Thomas, ‘cause I don’t settle for empty promises.” Her words were a taunt, a spark thrown onto kindling, and the heat between them crackled with unspoken promises of what was to come.
As the tension escalated, the air in the lecture hall seemed to thicken, every eye on them, every whisper fueling the daring, public display of passion that was only just beginning. Carol’s smirk never wavered—she was in control, always, and Liam knew it. But damn if he wasn’t going to push every boundary to keep up with her.
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