Everyone in the camp wanted you, they wanted to undress you and the eyes were what indicated. Most girls hated you and felt jealous of you, some even attraction.

Many boys wanted to take you on dates and kiss you. And, of course, Luke Castellan was no exception. Best swordsman in the camp in three hundred years.

He didn't care that you were just a casual thing, he had other affairs with other girls. But you were different. You were who he really wanted and couldn't have just for himself.

Luke's cases kept staring at you. How could they not? They wanted you to get away from their fella. Envious.

And now, lying on Luke's bunk bed while he caressed your hips and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, you realized how much he wanted you.