Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

“I’m not jealous.” “Tell me—” “Because she had her hands all over you,”

“You’re jealous,” he says again.

“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?” He grins. “I’m pretty funny,” he retorts. I scoff. “Funny looking.” “That’s not true.” He laughs again. “And you’re jealous.”

“Leila,”

feel his hands on mine, slowly peeling my hands away from my face until I look up at him, he’s got a sympathetic smile on his face, and when I look up into his bright blue eyes, I swear my stomach does a little flip. I don’t like that, at all.

“Leila,” he starts, still holding onto my hands. “I wanted to break that guy’s face for talking to you.”

“That was nothing,” I tell him. “He was talking about the game. Said you were a legend.”

“Of course, I did,” I tell him. “You were great.” “Thanks, gorgeous.”

“Whether he was talking about me or not. I wanted to kill him for talking to you. You smiled at him. You never smile at me.” I frown. “I do.”

“Hardly,” he says. “It fucking killed me watching you smile at some stranger.”

“You’re not the only one who got jeal...

“What does this mean?” I ask him. “We had rules.”

“It doesn’t matter what we said. Your feelings can change at any time.” “No.” I shake my head, hating those words and how my heart thumps when he says them. “No, they can’t.” “Why are you against relationships?” he

“I’m not putting pressure on you. That’s not what’s happening. I just wanted to know wh...

“That’s not important.” I close my eyes, trying to erase the image of my ex-boyfriend from my mind....

“Right,” he says, his hands drifting down to my lower back. “Just fucking, right?” I wrap my arms around his neck, loving how his eyes fall to m...

“And you’re asking me to be exclusive?” he asks. “Because I don’t have a problem with that, L...

“I haven’t been with anyone else since that spin ...

“You don’t need to lie to me.” He pulls back, frowning. “I’m not lying,” he says. “The only lips ...

“How is that even possible? You get so much attention every day. Did you even see the group of ...

saw them,” he says with a lift of his shoulder. “But it was you I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. I don’t want...

“Leila,” he says, leaning into me. “We’re fucking exclusive. No doubt about it.”

“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’m not ...

“Don’t even try it, gorgeous. We both kno...

“Say it,” he tells me. “Tell me no one els...

“No one else touches me,” I tell him. “Only you.” I

“I only want your hands on me.”

“You taste like beer,” he mumbles against my lips. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

don’t care,” he says, leaning into me. “Don’t stop kissing me.”

“You can still feel me inside of you, can’t you?” he murmurs against my skin. God yes. He’s so long and thick, I still feel him days after we sleep together. I bump my hips up, grazing against the thick bulge in his pants. He groans, pulling back and dropping his forehead on mine. “Leila,” he whispers. “I don’t think I can wait until tonight.”

“And I don’t have a condom.” He exhales, wiping a hand down his face. “Me neither.” “Tomorrow?” I ask him, looking behind my shoulder.

“Whenever you want,” he whispers, pulling my hair to the side and pressing his lips to my neck.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you. Why the hell was this locked?” And at the same time, the giant behind me approaches the door making Gabi’s eyes drift up. Her brows lift. “Oh.” Shit. Another rule broken.

“Don’t worry,” Gabi whispers, nudging me. “I’ll keep your secret.”

You’re just huge.” He lets out a laugh, running his hands over my waist. “Tell me how huge I am again,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. “Fuck. I’ve missed you.” He has? Before I can say anything, he plants another kiss on my lips. I hum, pulling back. “You need to practice.”

“I need to kiss you.” His lips trail to my jaw, leaving soft kisses before making his way up until he’s back on my mouth. God, this man can kiss. Just the brush of our tongues together makes me weak, lightheaded. 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. “No,” I say, attempting to catch my breath. “I’m not letting you waste time with me.”

“Worth it,” he mumbles, kissing me again. “You’re the best kind of distraction.”

Ahhhhhh😍😍❤⭐

can’t.” It’s hard to concentrate or do literally anything else when he’s so close to me, whispering in my ear, his deep, gravelly voice making me feel a little dizzy. Fuck, is it hot in here?

“And you’re so pretty.” He lets out a scoff, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. I love when he does that. “You’re the pretty one.”

open my eyes and look up at him again. He’s so handsome, and so nice. 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.

“Leila,” I hear him say. I can’t see his face properly, though. He’s all blurry, fuzzy. Are those stars? “Leila. What’s wr—”

“Fuck, Leila.” His voice is thick and full of emotion. I blink up at him, adjusting to the light coming through the giant windows. “What happened?” I ask him.

“You don’t remember?” he asks.

“You passed out,” Aiden says, making me look back at him. “You were stumbling over, talking absolute crap and then you fell in my arms.” I gulp, clenching my fists together. “For how long?”

don’t know, like ten minutes? I brought you here as fast as I could.” He scans my face, running his hands all over me. “Are you ok?” “It can happen,”

you haven’t eaten in a while, your blood s...

hands. “Just let me check your reflexes. Look directly in front,” she says, flashing the light in my eye. She moves the flashlight around, assessing me. “Good,” she says, turning the light off. “You’re going to be ...

“Her body just felt weak, t...

“Just make sure you don’t wait too long before eating. Your boyfriend was v...