Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

“PDA gives me hives,”

Girlfriends are distractions, another thing to take my time away from what really matters. Basketball.

Bs

It’s just… When I’m not with her, I miss her.” “She’s in the other room, bro.”

Gaggedddd himmmmm

“Athletes and their rigorous diets.” She shakes her head. “I couldn’t do it. I love chicken nuggets too much.”

Me

She’s trying so hard. So fucking hard to act like she doesn’t want me, like she didn’t enjoy last night, and she wouldn’t want to do it all over again. I know that’s a lie.

“If you think I got what I wanted, you’re dead wrong.”

you weren’t drunk either. You had one beer.” “How did you—?” she asks, shaking her head. “How did you know that?” My lips twitch. “Because I was looking at you all night,” I admit. “Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Oop

This was good. This was a good thing. A smart decision. I can’t let myself get sidetracked by anything else. I got what I needed. She got what she wanted. And now we’re done with each other. As it should be.

the one girl that has my undivided attention, the one girl that I can’t seem to stop looking at is, Leila.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

Aw

She’s pretty, but she’s not who I can’t stop thinking about.

Oh?

I’d be pissed if she wasn’t constantly looking at me.

She doesn’t want me, my ass. She can’t keep her eyes off me, just like I can’t.

I can’t stop thinking about her, about the noises she made and how she keeps me on my toes. I’ve never met someone like her, don’t think I ever will.

Too bad I can’t do the same. I can’t act like it never happened. The times I see her in class, I can’t take my eyes off her.

“I can’t stand the thought of sleeping with some other girl when I’d just be comparing her to you.” I watch as her lips part and her breathing gets faster. “I’d picture your breathy moans under me, the way those big, round, green eyes have lived in my mind for weeks, there’s no way I could think of anyone else when all I see is your flushed cheeks and the way you moaned my name.”

And the fact that Adriana is getting bullied breaks my heart for her, for me, for every little chubby girl who had to grow up and hate her body.

I can’t even count how many times I grabbed a pair of scissors and wished I could cut my body, mar myself to fit in, to look good. To love myself.

“His usual girls aren’t really, you know…” Her eyes scan my body once more. Did she not get a good enough look last time? “You’re not his usual type.”

Bitch

Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever going to get there. If one day I’m going to wake up and be completely in love with myself, if every time I look in the mirror, I don’t scan for imperfections and things I wish I could change. I hope so.

“You do as I say or you don’t get off. What’s it going to be? Do you want to talk back to me again or be a good girl and follow my instructions?”

Holy shit. I knew we had insane sexual attraction between us, but every time we fuck, I’m astounded at how good it is.

I love his eyes on me, love how he’s looking at me like he can’t wait until we’re alone.

My eyes are cute; I have plump lips and an impressive rack. I know I’m pretty, but I’d be dumb if I thought I could compete with those girls out there.

“Can you stop being cocky about this? Fine, you’re right. I hated seeing her grabby hands all over you, rubbing up on you and laughing like you’re the funniest guy ever when I know you’re not that damn funny. I hated how my stomach cramped every time you looked at her or smiled at her or laughed with her, okay?” I throw my hands up. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

I wanted to kill him for talking to you. You smiled at him. You never smile at me.”

“It fucking killed me watching you smile at some stranger.”

it was you I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. I don’t want anyone’s attention but yours.”

“The thought of another guy’s hands on you makes me want to rip out their throats. I need to know I’m the only one touching you, kissing you.” His hand reaches up and grabs my face, smoothing his thumb over my cheek. “Fucking you,” he whispers, dipping his head, flattening his tongue against my neck. “I licked you,” he says. “You’re mine.”

God, this man can kiss.

He does things to me I don’t even know how to explain. It’s like I’m alive with him, like every one of my bones vibrate whenever he’s around.

God, why is he so beautiful?

Why did Aiden have to be so nice? Why couldn’t he have been a hot asshole? It would have made this so much easier.

“I swear to god, Leila. If you’ve been malnourishing your body because you want to lose weight, I’m going to fucking lose it.”

What I don’t tell him, what I won’t tell him is that a small part of me feels proud when I forget to eat.

I don’t think I even realized it, but I feel like I’ve succeeded when I forget to feed myself.

She could yell at me and I’d still follow her like a puppy. That girl has me wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even know it.

I must be fucking dreaming because I hear the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. My eyes widen when I look back at her and she’s laughing. She’s laughing.

Holy shit. My heart is about to leave my chest. This beautiful woman is laughing, and she scrunches her nose when she does. God, she’s adorable. I’d never tell her that because she’d probably cut my balls off, but she’s so fucking adorable I want to kiss her. So. Fucking. Bad.

I don’t like how she makes it seem like a chore for me. It’s the easiest thing in the world, telling her how gorgeous she is.

“I like complimenting you,” I tell her. “I want you to know you’re beautiful.”

I’m a praise whore.”

Real

“You love when I tell you how much I love watching you swallow my cock in your tight pussy,” I murmur, my breath hitting her jaw. “You love when I tell you how good you feel.” She shivers against me. “You love when I worship every inch of you.”

I’ll make you see that no one can make you feel like I do.”

There’s not a word in the English language for how handsome this man is.

Who the hell is Aiden Pierce? And why do I want to get to know him when we’re not naked? This was not supposed to happen. Lines are blurring, things are getting too complicated. And I don’t want to stop it anymore.

I leave my half-eaten arepa on the plate, noticing how my mom’s eyes widen with every bite I take.

I forgot that my fatness offends my mother, makes her hate me, makes me worthless.

The feeling of disgust of being in my own body. Feeling like I occupy the room with my loud voice and my big body. Feeling like I’m unworthy of love.

It’s the first time I’ve ever admitted it and the confession makes my heart beat even faster. I do have feelings for Aiden. Undeniable, strong feelings that I can’t push away anymore.