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Fuck. Things had suddenly gotten very interesting, and the more I thought about the night, the more I thought it was less experiment than beginning.
“I might be being ambitious. Don’t let me die.” “Don’t piss me off.”
My scholarship should have been the first thing I thought of. Instead it’d been Eric.
“There’s not a thing about you that’s been easy, frat boy, but I’m trying.” “Such a martyr.” I rolled my eyes. “Nope, just selfish.”
Mine was maybe too possessive, but since Eric pretty much owned my body and all my thought processes, it seemed a fair claim in return.
“I want you just as much as yesterday and days before. Nothing has changed for me. If anything, it’s intensified.”
“Of course I love you,” he said quietly, the humor fading from his eyes and replaced with resolute intensity. “Can hardly fucking see straight if you’re in the same goddamn room. I could’ve told you before—almost did a couple of times—but I didn’t want it to be some kind of pressure on you.”
