Bad Crush (Campus Nights, #2)

by Rebecca Jenshak

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

She stands and walks over to sit beside me, pulling me into her arms. It’s a foreign feeling, but not altogether terrible. Once upon a time, curling up on the couch together was a regular thing.

She smells just the same, like hairspray and her floral perfume.