Want Me (Extracurricular Activities, #1)

by Neve Wilder

I started down the hall again, my steps slowing until I stood in front of Eric’s door. Maybe he’d locked it. If he’d locked it, I would turn around and go into my room and I would never do this again, never stand here and stare at a piece of painted wood and metal hinges like they were some portal to a different dimension, and never again entertain the crazy notion that had me reaching out a hand to try the knob. It turned easily and quietly. But I think I’d known it would. A thin shaft of light pierced through a couple of missing window-blind slats and fell across my legs as I shut the door behind me and locked it. Eric lay spread out on his stomach, one arm curled around the pillow he’d buried three-quarters of his face in. He didn’t move as I walked to the end of the bed, dropped my pants, and climbed in. I had zero fucking clue what I was doing when I slid beneath the top sheet, but just when I’d convinced myself this was a stupid idea, I felt the soft trip of his fingertips over the top of my ass on their way to anchoring across my lower back, an echo of his touch earlier in the night when I’d been bent over the desk. A quiet demand. I told myself I’d stay for ten minutes, maybe twenty, then go back to my room. Instead, I fell asleep next to him.