Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

“What are you doing here, Leila?”

want to see you again.” “You’re seeing me right now.”

“Not in the way I want to see you.”

“That’s not going to happen.” “Why not?” I ask, taking a step closer to her. “Because,” she says, stepping back, “I don’t do repeats.”

“You don’t do repeats?” “Yes.” She crosses her arms. “We had a good night, but that’s enough for me.”

“That’s not going to work for me,” I tell her shaking my head. “I want to see you again, Leila.”

“Why? We both got what we wanted last night. Now we can go our separate ways.”

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

“We were both drunk, Aiden. It was just a hook-up.” “I wasn’t.” “What?” she asks, lifting her head. “I wasn’t drunk,” I clarify.

“Right,” she says not believing me. “I didn’t have a lick of alcohol, Leila.”

“You don’t need to lie to me, Aiden.”

“I don’t ...

“But… you work in a bar.”

pays well.” And it was the only job willing to accept me. “And 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 ad...

“That’s it?” I ask her. “This is enough for you? One night and nothing more?”

“Yes.”

“Well damn.” I take a step back from her, very aware of how little clothing I have on. “Then I guess you got what you wanted.”

And now we’re done with each other. As it should be.

“I’m sorry,” I tell the girl. “I’m not dating right now.”

“She doesn’t want a date.”

“I’m not doing that either.”

“You’re both beautiful, but I’m focusing on basketball right now.”

“Your loss.” She turns around and heads towards her friend. “What’s wrong with you?” Ethan asks, raising his eyebrows. “She was hot. They were both hot.” “Then you can have them.”

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

“That’s my girl, jackass.”

“Campbell!” I shout through the noise, pushing everyone aside until I get to them. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Fuck off,” he says, lifting off the guy and pushing at my chest. “What are you doing?” I repeat, narrowing my eyes at him. “What the fuck happened?”

don’t listen to you. You’re not my captain.” With that, he turns and walks out of the bar, murmurs spreading across the room.

“What the hell just h...

“I guess Ethan flirted with the wrong girl.”

“What just happened?”

“I messed up.”

“You did well, Rosie,” Grayson tells her, smiling at her. “You’re always so good at everything you do. Such a quick learner.”

“Are you guys dirty talking right in front of me?”

“What did she do?” I ask her, leaning against the wall. “She steal your soap?” I tease, grinning at her.

“More like set fire to my dorm and roll around with her boyfriend in my bed.” My brows lift. “Damn. I’m sorry, that does sound bad.”

“We both know you didn’t come all the way here to give me my stuff. Why did you even keep it?” I shrug, deciding to be honest with her. “I wanted to see you again.”

“I don’t see why you’d have a problem with that.” “I didn’t think I would, but when it comes to me? Fuck yes, I have a problem with it.” She sighs. “I don’t get why you’re so hung up on this.”

can’t stop thinking about you.”

“That will pass.” “I doubt it.” “You just need to get laid,” she tells me which makes my pulse skyrocket. “Can’t do that.” “Why not?” she teases, smirking. “Lost your mojo?”

can’t stand the thought of sleeping with some other girl when I’d just be comparing her to you.”

“I’d picture your breathy moans under me, the way those big, round, green eyes h...

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.” “You don’t think that,” she forces out afte...

“I...

had fun, right?” Those beautiful eyes stare back at me for a second before she nods, licking her lips again. I do something a little risky and graze my fingers along the material of her shirt, unbuttoning the first button. The little gasp I elicit from her making me lose focus. “We had so much fucking fun.” I unbutton the second button, the edge of a lace bra peeking through. “What do you say we make this a regular thing?” I ask her, unbuttoning another button.

“Like friends with benefits?” I shrug. “Something like that.” “I’ve never done that before,”

“First time for everything.”

“We’re barely even friends,” she teases, bringing out a soft chuckle out of me. Fuck, I really have missed having her around. “We can be wha...

“So cocky.” I tut, letting my hands drift to her hips, her full body filling my palms. Missed this. “Not cocky, baby. Confident.” “Don’t call me baby,” she chastises, narrowing her eyes at me. “No nicknames.” “None at all?”