Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“I’m gonna grab some stuff.” I point to the buffet. I load up two plates with a little of everything since I’m not sure what she likes. I also nab a few granola bars since they have plenty of those. Once I’m stocked, I head for the elevators.
Keg Party girl is busy hanging off Gage’s arm, so she doesn’t notice me leaving. On the way up to the room, I give myself a pep talk. “You got this, man. You can just hang out, feed her, talk. And then maybe if things go well, you’ll get to touch her again.” I exhale a long breath and try to push away the image of my fingers buried in all that soft wetness. But the way she looked, and the sound of my name tumbling from her lips when she came is tough to shove back in a box. “One step at a time. Food and conversation. You know how to eat and talk. You get eighties in all your courses. You’re not an intellectual slouch. You’re more than just a hockey player with a nice face.” The elevator doors slide open.
Two girls I vaguely recognize say hi. I mutter hi back and head down the hall to my room. My phone goes off with a text from Gage.
Gage
She’s into you. You’re into her. You got this, man. Just have fun. You’re Chase fucking Lovett.
I swipe the key over the sensor and throw open the door a little too hard. “Hey, Cammie! I brought you breakfast in bed!”
I round the corner as she slams her laptop closed. Her eyes are wide, and her face is red. “Hey. Hi. Uh, I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”
“What’s this about?” I make a circle motion around my face.
“What’s what about?” She runs her hands up and down her thighs.
“You’re all shifty.” I set the tray down on the bed. “Were you watching porn or something?” I mean it as a joke, and for the words not to come out all low and gravelly.
CHAPTER 9
CAMMIE
“Cammie?” Chase tips his head.
Having his attention on me is overwhelming and incredibly flattering. But he asked a question, and I have yet to answer him.
“I was writing my fic.” Oh my God, I just told him I write fanfic. I never tell anyone.
“Why are you flushed?”
“Let me rephrase that. I was writing high-spice romance,” I say, a little haughtily.
“High-spice romance?” Chase parrots.
“I should have just said I was working on an assignment.” It’s what I should be doing. “Thanks for bringing all of this stuff back for me.” I choose a blueberry muffin and peel off the wrapper so I have something to do with my hands and a place for my eyes to be that isn’t on Chase.
“No problem.” He rounds the bed and drops down beside me.
“This is to share, right?” I’m famished but there’s no way I can eat all of it. Especially not with all the butterflies bopping around in my stomach.
“I had some while I was down at the buffet. You eat what you want, and I’ll clean up the leftovers.”
“I bet you could literally eat all day long and never get full,” I muse.
“It’s a rare hour when I’m not hungry.” He adjusts the pillows. “I want to know more about this spicy romance stuff.”
I pull the hood over my head to hide my face. “It’d be better if you pretend I didn’t say that out loud.”
“Now I definitely need to know more.” He tugs the hood back down and skims my cheek with his fingers. “Are you embarrassed?”
I sigh. “No. Yes. No. You’re going to think I’m weird.”
“You are weird. But I like your weird.”
I side-eye him. “I actually didn’t think you would come back.”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
I roll my eyes to the ceiling. “I figured you’d find your friends and they’d find more friends and you’d end up hanging out and we’d get called back to the dorms and that would be that.”
He runs a hand through his hair, eyes darting to the side. “Is that what you wanted to happen?” He sounds so…hurt, almost?
“No, but last night, emotions were running pretty high and things happened, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to hang out with me because of that.” This is one of my biggest personal issues. In high school, sometimes I’d be invited to things, but often it was in the hopes that I’d bring my sister along. These days I’m mostly the silent observer no one notices, but I have these moments, like last night and now, where I step out of the box and go with the bluntest honesty ever.
“I’m not hanging out with you because I feel obligated. I’m hanging out with you because I like you. You’re fucking beautiful, you’re cool as shit, you tell it like it is, and you’re a little dirty. Which I’m super down with, by the way. Not that I expect more of what happened last night, but just know my hands are one hundred percent committed to bringing you pleasure whenever you want it.”