Bad Crush (Campus Nights, #2)

by Rebecca Jenshak

My crush on Adam knows no respectability. For the past two years, I’ve had it bad for my neighbor. He’s just… everything. Smart and sweet, caring, protective.

As soon as they’re out of sight, Reagan jumps away from me. “Sorry.” Yeah, so am I. Sorry that she’s no longer touching me.

“You were usually standing on the opposite side of the deck, not paying me any attention,” she whispers. There’s no malice in her tone, but I still feel like an idiot for not noticing. I lean down until my lips hover near hers. “I’m paying attention now.”

“They aren’t all bad. What about Hunter, the guy from my psychology class?” “He brought you dandelions in a Dixie cup.” “I thought that was sweet!”

He ducks his head and speaks quietly so only I can hear, “Just be you. Beautiful, talented Reagan.”

I pull her to her feet and kiss her. Crazy. I still can’t believe we’re kissing now. This is a thing. We kiss. A lot. And it’s fire.

Carefully, I get into bed, trying not to wake him. One arm reaches around my waist and pulls me tight against his chest. His nose nuzzles into my hair, and he places a kiss on my neck. “’Night, beautiful.”

“I don’t think so,” he says, and picks me up and carries me back to his bedroom. “We’ll talk about this now.”

Ten thousand people, but none of them have made me feel like her.” I lock my gaze on hers. “I love you, Reagan. I have fallen in love with you. Ten thousand people, but I just want you.”

Things are looking up, Cancer. Especially in the bedroom. Expect mind-blowing orgasms on the regular. “Did you write this?” I ask as I reread Adam’s text with what I can only guess is my daily horoscope. “Of course, I did. A lot more where that came from too. Every day, baby.”

“I almost forgot to give you your birthday card.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a red piece of paper. “You made it?” I ask as I take it from him. The construction paper is cut into a perfect heart shape. He grins as I unfold it. Reagan, My heart is yours. Marry me? Adam

Of course, she knew because Adam thinks of everything, and if he were going to ask anyone for permission to marry me, it’d be her. She’s my family. And now he is too.