The Dixon Rule (Campus Diaries, #2)

by Elle Kennedy

mean. If someone wants to be in a relationship with you, they will. They won’t string you along. They won’t hit you up in the middle of the night for sex. They won’t feed you endless excuses about how they’re “not cut out for relationships” or how “you deserve so much better.” They would be with you, plain and simple.

“No man is allowed to touch you but me, Dixon.” His voice is low. Thick with desire. “And if one tries, I’ll rip his fucking hands off.”

No one deserves to be hit. No woman, no man, no child. An intimate partner should not be doing that to you, ex-boyfriend or not. It’s not right.

“You’re my girlfriend. Where else would I be?” He didn’t say the word fake. Usually when we’re alone, we refer to ourselves as fake boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Yeah. And you know I’m dead serious when I tell you you’re gorgeous. Because you are.”

I’m no longer fighting my feelings for this man. I want a real relationship with him, yet I’m still not sure if he wants to be serious with me. But

“Regardless, I don’t know if tonight is the night to be dealing with…whatever this is. This fake relationship⁠—” “It isn’t fake,” I burst out. “It’s real as fuck. Do you not get that? I love her.”

“I don’t want anybody else, Dixon. I want you.” “Why?”