Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

you feeling better?” he asks me. I nod. “I’m fine. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for passing out, gorgeous.”

“What did she mean before?” he asks. My head lifts. “About what?”

“About you not eating.” My face drops, my blood cooling as he stares at me. “Aiden—” “Have you been starving yourself?” he asks. “Aiden, no.”

“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.”

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“Stop,” I whisper. “Please don’t be mad at me. I just… I feel so lightheaded.” “Fuck, Leila.” He drops to his knees in front of me, grabbing my face in his hands. “I’m not mad at you. I just got so scared. Don’t do that again.” His voice breaks. “You passed out. That’s some serious shit.”

“You’re saying you’ve forgotten to eat before?” “Sometimes.”

“That’s not going to happen ever again,” he tells me, lifting himself off the floor and grabs onto my hand,

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to get you a massive fucking plate of food and I don’t want to hear a sing...

“Yes, sir.” A light smirk appears on his face when he looks down at me and he blows out a breath, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around me. “Remind me when you’re feeling better and we’ll circle back to that sir comment.”

“I’m feeling better right now,” I say, looking up at him.

“Come on, let’s get you s...

“We don’t have any plans.” “I wanted to see you,”

“No. I don’t. Why would you think that?” I shrug. “You’re being weird about letting me in.” “Aiden,” she sighs. “I’m on my period. There, are you happy? You can’t come in because we can’t fuck.”

“That doesn’t matter.” Her eyes narrow. “Did you not hear me?” she asks. “I said we can’t fuck.”

“And I said that doesn’t matter. I wanted to see you. Doesn’t matter what we do, I just want to be with you.” “You wanted to see ...

that so hard to believe?” She stares at me, lips parted as she looks at me with disbelief. “Are yo...

“Do you need ice cream or something?” I ask her. “A foot rub maybe?”

“You really want to be here?”

need to be here right now. There’s nowhere else I want to

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.

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“Your face is covered in

don’t care,” I mumble before I lean down and kiss her again. “Aiden,” she says, pulling away again. “I have to clean you up.” “Do whatever you want to me,”

“I don’t care. Kill me. Skin me alive. Just let me kiss you some more.”

She yelps when she feels my lips back on hers but I don’t give her any time to think, I wrap my arms around her waist, feeling her soft

body under my fingertips. Her lips feel like velvet, her tongue b...

down at her, those pretty pink lips of hers are tipped up in a smirk. “What?” I ask. “Why are you smiling?” “Your face is green,” she says, chuckling as she looks at me. “Oh.” I laugh, wiping some of the stuff off my face. “Right.” I look at my fingers, inspecting it. “What’s this for, anyway?”

“I’m a little nervous,” she says, glancing up at me. “Why?” I sit beside her. She lets out a breath. “It’s a swimwear shoot.”

“Why are you nervous?” I ask her. “You’re going to look hot.”

“I’ve already agreed to fuck you, Aiden. You don’t have to keep complimenting me.”

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

“Do you? Because you seem to hate when I say anything nice.” She shakes her head, smirking. “That’s not true. I’m a praise whore.”

Fuck, stay there forever. Please. “Oh, I know, gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear. “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.”

“This isn’t fair,” she whispers, breathing hard. “I can’t do anything about this.” She whimpers frustrated.

“Put some on me,” I tell her, patting her cheek. “You want a face mask?”

“Hell yeah.” I grin. “You can’t be the only one that looks good in this relationship.”

Be right back with your face mask, sir.” She winks. I adjust myself on the couch. “I like the idea of you calling me sir,” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“Such a baby. Be still.” “I can think of something that would make me behave,” I tell her, grinning. “And what’s that? “If you sat on my lap,”

“Aiden, no.” She gasps, pushing my arm away. “I can’t sit on your lap.” “Why not?” I ask her. She rolls her eyes. “Just sit still, idiot.”

“You’re not getting a tip if you keep talking to me like that.” She laughs and lifts an eyebrow. ...

“There,” she says when she’s done. “You’re gorgeous, darling.” She says in the worst southern accent I’ve heard. “So are you.”

“Are you taking a picture of me?” She looks at me from behind the camera. “Stay still.” I let out a laugh, giving her a smile until the shutter goes off. “I didn’t know you took pictures.”

“My parents had stacks and stacks of photo albums and I always loved going through them. So I decided to take more pictures.” She tucks her leg underneath her. “Most of them are of my plants.”

“Let me see,” I say, gesturing to the Polaroid in her hands.

“I look as bad as you do,” I tease, nudging her. She shakes her head, scrunching her nose. “You look worse.”

“This one’s mine,” I tell her, pocketing the picture. “Why do you get to keep it?”

“I want to look at it every day,” I admit.

“You’re going to make some girl so ha...

“What about you?” I ask her, my brows dipping. “Don’t ...