Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

The craziest thing happens. She laughs. Like an actual laugh. Sure, she’s laughing at the idea of working with me, but fuck, it’s a pretty sight. Might be the only time I get her to laugh around me, so I eat it up, watching how the corner of her eyes wrinkle, and her pink lips tip up in a cute smile. She’s pretty, that’s for damn sure.

“I’ve got to say, even though you seem to despise me for some reason,” he glances up at me, “I always seem to have a good time whenever you’re near.” A full glass of beer gets placed in front of me. “You’re a masochist, huh?” I ask, taking a sip. “You like when people torture you?” He laughs. “If torture is anything like you, then hell yes.”

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.

“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.”

“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.”

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. With me. 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.

“You’re so beautiful, sexy as hell,” I punctuate my sentence with a kiss. “And you’ve quickly become my favorite person to be around.”

But the proof is right there, inside apartment 305 that holds a million and one plants all over the place, that holds the woman I love. Just my luck I fall for someone who doesn’t want a relationship.

“You deserve so much more than just fine, Leila.” Those intoxicating blue eyes bring me a kind of peace whenever he looks at me. “You deserve everything.”

“Aiden. Put me down.” “No fucking way.” I love having her in my arms. “I’m heavy.” I let out a snort. She clearly hasn’t seen what I can do at the gym. “Leila, give me some credit. It’s not my fault you were with weak-ass boys before me.”

“I would give it all up if it meant I could have you.” My god, this man is breaking my heart. “You could never be a mistake.”