Never Have I Ever (Campus Games, #1)

by Stephanie Alves

Just the thought of seeing her again has my pulse racing, and that should scare me.

Fuck. I forgot how breathy and angelic her voice is. I start to harden again and curse silently. I run a hand through my hair and tell myself to focus.

“Hey, angel.”

I smirk. She seemed to like it when I called her that, just as much as I ...

“...

she responds with a light giggle. This is the second conversation we've had. I hope it's one of many because hearing that voice does things ...

I’ve got an angel on the phone asking me to take her on adventures, to corrupt her, and sadistically, I’m enjoying it.

Even when she’s angry, she sounds heavenly.

I hear a small laugh from the phone, and I can’t help but close my eyes and smile, imagining what that laugh would look like if she were here.

I know she’s going to look hot in whatever she puts on.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed.”

I groan at the image of her undre...

When she walks out, I freeze. God damn, I forgot how pretty she is. Her cheeks are pink as she smiles at me, walking closer to my car. I smirk at her, letting my eyes scan down her body. I smile, a small laugh escaping my lips. How does she always look this good?

“You look gorgeous,”

She makes her way around, getting inside my car. I look to my left and see her sitting in the seat. I like her there. She looks fucking beautiful

She taps her foot to my music, making me smile at the sight. Jesus fuck, I’ve become a sappy shit around her. I can’t help it, though. Seeing her in my car with me makes me twitch.

My eyes meet hers, and she smiles at me. I grip the steering wheel firmly, wanting a hold on my emotions. That smile is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It’s intoxicating.

I’ll keep her safe. I promise. I never want to hurt her. I just want to show her a little fun.

“Open your eyes, angel,”

“Come on, Rosie. I’ll keep you safe. I promise. Live life on the wild side with me.”

She laughs at that. The sound hits me right in the chest, making me tear my eyes off the road to glimpse at the pure joy on her face. Her eyes are wrinkled, and her smile is wide as she continues to laugh and laugh and laugh… until she’s crying.

“Angel, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I’m crying because I’m happy. I’m so happy. Thank you.”

I should be focusing on the road, but I can’t help but look at her face as she smiles at me and looks at me with adoration. She shouldn’t be. I’m a mess, a fuck up, and she’s looking at me like I’m her savior right now. I reach over and grip her small, delicate fingers in my hand. Interlocking our hands and squeezing. She lets out a small gasp, and I turn to face her.

I realize how thankful she is for this small gesture when she squeezes my hand back and sighs.

Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pursed, which makes me glance down at her lips. They’re pink, and they look so soft.

Jesus, I can’t say no to her.

I grab her hand in mine, relishing how different we are but how well her hand fits in mine. I put the cigarette between her pointer and middle finger and bring her hand to her lips.

“Open.”

She opens her mouth and stays like that, waiting for me. I bring her hand closer to her face until the cigarette is inside her mouth. She tentatively closes her mouth until her lips are wrapped around it, and now I’m thinking of her lips wrapped around something else. Christ. I need to focus on the task at hand and...

“Now ...

she mumbles with the cigarette between he...

“S...

“You’re not wearing white tonight,”

“Nope, no white. I didn’t want to get dirty.”

I inwardly groan. Heat floods my groin at those words, and I swallow the temptation to reply with ...

“You don’t believe in love?”

“No,”

“...

“Why do...

“Because love is be...

“Have you ever been ...

“...

“Then how do you know what it’s like, or if i...

“Have you ever been ...

“Obviousl...

“Because it ...

“Then how do you know it’s...

“Because I do. Love isn’t real, angel. Hate to break it to you. There’s attraction, lu...