The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

But the anticipation of seeing Jules dance made it hard to stand still and keep all the blood from shooting straight to my dick. She let go of my hand and opened her door. The floor-to-ceiling golden pole gleamed in the light from the hallway. “I’ll find some music.” “I’ll find the light switch.” I’d never been in her room before. Scanning the space, I spotted the lamp beside her bed. It would cast less light than the ceiling light and hopefully not put on a full display for anyone out on the street. Maybe I’d let her know I could see her dance from my room. Or maybe I’d keep those private shows to myself. Her head shot up. “We can do this without the light.” “No, Jules, we really can’t. I didn’t come all this way to not see you.” I reached under the lampshade and turned the knob. The double click was the only sound in the room. She jumped when the soft light flipped on. “Music.” Dragging her hand through her hair, she scrolled through her phone and the Bluetooth speaker dinged, announcing it was connected. My skin prickled with the anticipation of watching her. Of her watching me watch her. And letting her know there was nowhere else I’d rather be than here. Holding onto the pole up high above her head, she spun around, keeping her body straight and out at an angle from the pole. Damn impressive upper body strength. A fun summer song came on and she lifted her leg into a split against the pole. Flexibility con-fucking-firmed. “Once, my leg slipped off and I banged my fore...