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)
“It’s my fault it’s broken, I can do it,” I offer.
“It’s fine. I really don’t mind.” Cammie turns to Colby. “Chase was a perfect gentleman last night. He offered to take the pullout couch and to sleep on the floor, so whatever lecture you’re about to give him is probably unnecessary. Unless it’s about the broken couch, but honestly, that thing is a piece of shit, and it was only a matter of time before someone fell through it. At least it was a virile, strapping young man and not some poor old guy who would have been stuck all night in the hole. Also, I have a black belt in karate and I can literally flip Chase over my shoulder.” She salutes both of us. “See you back on campus.”
Cammie slips past Colby and speed walks down the hall, disappearing down the stairs. At least this isn’t like one of my party hookups and I can find her again without any trouble.
“There’s no way she could flip you over her shoulder,” Colby muses.
“She’s not lying. She did it last night.”
“I thought she said you were a perfect gentleman.”
“I was. She was disoriented in the middle of the night when she used the bathroom and I scared her when she came out.”
“Wow.” Colby rubs the patchy scruff on his chin. “Can you do me a favor?”
“You don’t want me to say anything about the mix-up with me ending up in a room with a pint-sized female-identifying student,” I supply.
“I could get in a lot of shit.”
“People already know.”
“What people?”
“Brody and Gage.”
“Shit.”
“And maybe a few other people.”
“Like who? You better not spread rumors about her.”
I tuck a hand into my pocket and frown. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“You better mean that. Pack up and head back to campus.” Colby leaves me standing in the middle of the room, wishing we’d been stuck here longer than one night.
CHAPTER 12
CAMMIE
Ireturn to my dorm. The whole building smells like campfire and dirty wet socks. I disappear to the library and hole myself up there so I can work on my freaking creative writing submission. Unsurprisingly, I get distracted and work on my fanfic instead, finishing up the chapter with the double sixty-niner.
In my story, Arwen sits on Aragorn’s (Chase’s) face while sucking them both off. Then Legolas eats Arwen’s pussy while Aragorn eats her ass before the three of them have filthy sex. Within an hour, I have more than a hundred reviews and readers are begging for more.
@therealophelia
That update was hot! How was your night with the hockey player? Is that chapter drawing from real life experience?
@legagornsandwich
It was fun but now we’re back in the dorms.
@therealophelia
OMGGGGGGGG. Come on! I need more details than that. I can’t wait until I’m in university next year.
@legagornsandwich
I suggest an off-campus apartment. The whole dorm smells like three-day-old wet socks.
@therealophelia
Ew. That sounds awful. But seriously, what happened last night?
I debate how much I want to say over messages. I honestly hope Chase isn’t out there telling his friends about getting a blow job from the residence freak. How humiliating would that be? But O is my best friend. Sure, we’ve never met in real life, but we talk every day. And she’s applying to programs here next year.
@legagornsandwich
We made out and got each other off. It was *chef’s kiss*
I bite my lip after I press send and wait for her reply. I’m not disappointed. A slew of GIFs ranging from shock to fainting to cheerleaders dancing follows.
@therealophelia
OMG! You made out with the hockey player! Are you going to hang out again?
I think about how awkward it was with his friends. He has his own life, and I have mine. Last night was fun, and sure I’d love to do it again, but it’s probably better for both of us (namely me) if I treat it like a fever dream. Then I’m less likely to get hurt when I see some other girl hanging off his arm.
@legagornsandwich
I don’t know. It was fun, but probably just a one-time thing.
I don’t love the way that makes my stomach flip in a not-good way.
I spend another hour in the library, working on my creative writing submission for once, and finishing up an assignment for my English class before I return to the dorms. I take the long way to my room to avoid the common area and manage to slip inside my room without running into anyone.
I swear there’s a knock on my door around eleven, just as I’m falling asleep, but then I hear Colby in the hall, telling someone it’s past curfew and people are trying to sleep.
The next morning I’m up and out early. I spend the hours between classes at the library again instead of in my room. It’s helpful for completing assignments. And I make a little more headway on my submission. I also start another chapter of my story, with the three of them traveling to meet with a dwarf contact. They’re gathering information as they work with Sam to save the Shire from Saruman, but now, they’ve stopped for the night. Writing the smutty stuff in a public place feels weird, though, so I save it for later tonight, when I’m alone in my room.