Rose has her arms wrapped around Connor’s neck. One of his hands dips to her ass, and she lets it sit there. One minute they’re fighting. The next minute, they’re like this. I can’t keep up. I strain my ears to catch their murmured words. “I want to move in with you,” Connor whispers under his breath. My first thought: If he lives at the Princeton house, he’s going to discover that I’m fucking Lily a lot more. Not: Thank God I won’t be the only guy under that roof. The addicted side of me trumps every moral part. I’m a fucking terrible friend. “You can’t,” Rose replies. “Your commute to Penn
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aw, my parents :')
