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 almost laugh, loving when she teases me, but I shake my head instead. “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.”