Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Remind me again why I can’t fuck you.”
“Maybe because you say things like that,” she says, nose scrunched, cheeks red.
“You’re blushing,” I accuse. She’s actually fucking blushing.
“I’m overheated.”
“Obviously.” I take a step closer.
“From the Jacuzzi,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes. She scoops her wet bathing suit off the floor before walking into the attached bathroom and tossing it into the hamper.
“You keep telling yourself that.”
When she comes back into the room, she stands on the opposite side of the bed, putting distance between us. “Look, I’m sorry if it’s weird that I’m here. Your sister doesn’t like to take no for an answer—”
“Runs in the family.”
She ignores my interjection. “And it’s just temporary. She doesn’t know about our…” she rambles, trailing off as she gestures between the two of us.
“Our…?” I prompt, eyebrow raised.
“Our…transgression.”
“Transgression? Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Well, what would you call it?”
“Blue balls. I’d call that blue balls.” She snorts out a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“Despite your best efforts, no.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“Can I ask you a question? One you’ll actually answer with a serious response?” she asks, ignoring my accusation.
“Shoot.”
“Why did you leave like that? I mean, you seemed into it, and then…” Her hand falls, slapping against her thigh.
I give her a lazy smirk. “Is that what you think? That I just lost interest?”
“What the hell was I supposed to think?”
I move around the bed, eating up the distance between us. “Leaving before I got the chance to fuck you will go down as one of my biggest regrets. My dick is still mad at me.”
She laughs, shaking her head.
“I’m serious. I got a phone call that I couldn’t ignore.” The same kind of phone call that eventually led to me getting kicked from the team. The same kind of phone call that is forever fucking up my shot at a normal life. “Now that that’s cleared up, ready to finish what we started?”
“Not happening.”
“Why the fuck not? I want you. You obviously want me.”
“Oh, obviously, huh?”
“If I touched you right now, would you be wet for me?”
“And there you go again. You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” she admits.
“Because you like it?”
She doesn’t have a response for that.
“That night was a momentary lapse of sanity. And now that I’m staying with your sister, I just think it’s best if we don’t… I don’t know.” She fumbles to find the words. “Complicate things.”
“What’s complicated about it?”
“Sex is always complicated.”
“Whatever you say, Allie Girl.”
“So, we’re on the same page?”
“We’re not even reading the same book.”
She sighs, plopping down onto my bed. “Please. I really need this to work out.”
“What are you doing here, anyway?” I don’t tell her that I played a part in getting her here. I know what it’s like to not know where you’re going to sleep that night, or when you’re going to get your next meal. I don’t know Allison’s situation, but the fact that she was sleeping in a booth tells me it isn’t all sunshine and roses.
“It’s only temporary.”
“You said that part already.”
She glares at me. “I was living at the dorms with Halston without permission. I got kicked out, but in two months, I’ll have a place to stay.” She gives me a bratty smile, crossing her arms. “Happy?”
Two months of living with Allison? This should be fun. “Ecstatic.”
* * *
“THIS IS THE LONGEST DAY in the history of ever,” I grumble to Halston, who’s sitting on the bench next to me. After my run-in with Jesse, I couldn’t sleep. My body was buzzing with the unfinished orgasm, while my mind was buzzing with thoughts of him. Why is he so persistent? Why me? I tossed and turned all night.
“Well, wake up. It’s Friday, and your ass is mine.”
“Shit. I forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“I have plans tonight. I totally spaced it.”
“With Jesse?” she asks, nudging my shoulder with hers.
“Nope.”
“Dylan?”
“Nope.”
“Then who? You don’t have friends.”
“Garrett.”
“Who the hell is Garrett? How many boyfriends do you have?”
“Zero.” I laugh. “He’s just a guy in my marketing class.”
“I can’t believe you’re going on a date and didn’t tell me.”
As if on cue, I spot Garrett walking through the quad, heading right toward us.
“First of all, it’s not a date,” I correct. “Second of all, pipe down because he’s coming over here.”
With all the subtlety of a bulldozer, Halston whirls around to check him out before nodding in appreciation. “He’s cute in that grungy, fuck-him-to-piss-off-your-parents kind of way.”
She’s not wrong. He’s wearing a white thermal with a black zip-up hoodie over it, a beanie covering the short blond hair that I know is underneath, and a smirk on those upturned, full lips.
“Hey, Allison,” Garrett says, stuffing his hands into his front pockets.
“Hey.” I smile up at him, using a hand to shade my eyes from the sun. “This is Halston.”