The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

But listening to Ed Sheeran with Jules, memorizing every freckle on her face and the way her full lips mouthed the words to the chorus by the end of it had my dick throbbing. As she peered down at me over the edge of the bed, a curtain of her hair swung down. She tucked it behind her ears. “Crap, are you okay?” “Yup, I’m fine.” I grimaced, clutching the pillow to my slowly, but not slowly enough deflating cock. “The bed’s too soft, so I think I’ll hang out down here for the night.” Jules’ eyes widened and she let the hair fall back over her face. “Oh.” She snapped back from the edge of the bed and I flatted onto the floor in relief. “Are you sure? I can take the floor. I don’t mind.” She was too much of a temptation. And I wanted to taste her lips so badly I’d almost rolled on top of her and taken that kiss Mother Nature had stolen from us by trying to murder us in the greenhouse.