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So tell me this, Sunshine. Why didn’t he notice you were wearing my shirt before you left his room?”
“Want to know a secret, Sunshine?” His tongue darts out between his lips, and his gaze drops to my mouth, then flicks back to my eyes. “I would’ve noticed.” He walks away but pauses near the stairs. “And you’re right. You and I don’t know each other. But I’ll let you keep the shirt. It looks good on you.”
“No offense, but I can’t think of any other girls who would look better than your girlfriend in nothing but a T-shirt.” I bite my lower lip and shake my head. “Damn, Logan. You’re a lucky bastard.” “Watch it,” he growls, but I know he isn’t serious. I take a step back, not bothering to hide my grin, as I surrender.
like her laugh. It’s sweet. Light. And somehow manages to ease the ache in my chest from our earlier conversation. I wanna grab hold of it with both hands. Maybe record it and save it for a rainy day. For when it’s the anniversary of my dad’s death or something.
“You’re right. Once practice ends and the guys get home, I’m sure paying attention to li’l ol’ me will be a bit more difficult.” Doubt it, I think to myself, but I don’t reply.
“No offense, but I heard you screwing a different girl every night before Ashlyn showed up at the party last week.” His knuckles turn white as he throttles the beer bottle in his hand. “That’s between Ash and me.” “And every other girl you’ve been with,” I remind him. “Stay away from her, all right?” he orders. I laugh, biting back my frustration no matter how satisfying it is seeing me getting under his skin. “And why should I?”
“But listen carefully. You don’t need to worry, but you do need to start treating her better. Ash is one of the nicest girls on campus, and despite you and your bigass head, you are replaceable to her. She could have any guy she wants, including Colt, and I don’t care what the bro code says. If you screw up, she’s free game. Me. Graves. Depp. Colt,” he
“She’s right, you know,” I tell him. “She’s not your girl. And she doesn’t want your hands on her. I suggest you give her some space, and if, for some reason, she changes her mind and decides you’re worth her time, she’ll reach out. All right, man?”
Not with her. And it has nothing to do with being her ex’s roommate and everything to do with a certain blonde tutor who doesn’t belong to me.
when Colt grabs my arm and pulls me against him. My breath hitches as the warmth from his chest kisses my spine, sending heat and goosebumps along every inch of my skin. He hasn’t touched me like this. Not ever. And I hate how close I am to melting into him. How weak my knees feel. How alert the butterflies are in my stomach.
“I like your dress, Sunshine.”
“Tell me, Sunshine.” He pauses, and I hold my breath. “Did he notice?” I scoff, blown away he even has the audacity to ask me such a stupid question. But I don’t pull away. Why the hell am I not pulling away? “Notice what?” I seethe, all too aware I know what he’s going to say. But I need to hear him say it. I need the reminder of what an asshole Colt Thorne really is. And I need it right now if I have any hope of keeping my sanity when it seems to disappear anytime he comes around. His chest rumbles as Colt voices exactly what I need to hear. “Your dress.” Yanking my arm out of his grasp, I
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After all, I hurt her first. I could see it on Mia’s doorstep. When she caught me comforting her best friend. Like a kick to the balls, she simply stood there. Hurting. And it’s all my fault. I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to erase the memory, but it doesn’t go anywhere. If anything, it’s amplified. Like a knife twisting in my chest. I screwed up. But I didn’t know they were roommates. I didn't realize my attempt to get Ash out of my mind would only solidify her place there. But I do now.
told you, I have work,” he argues. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I yank him closer to me. “It’s bullshit, and you know it. If you had a shift at the restaurant tonight, you’d already be there.” “You don’t know––” “I do know. And I know you, too, you lying sack of shit. I’m not going to sit by and watch you lead her on. She deserves better than this, and you know it.” I let him go, and
“Why not, Sunshine?” “Because every time you do, every time we have an actual conversation, you make me question things, and I’m tired of questioning things.” I shake my head and run my fingers through my wet, stringy hair, tugging on the roots while praying for the strength to get through this conversation. “I’m not a quitter, Colt. I’m not like you and hockey. I’m not going to simply give up on something.”
Logan was cheating on me. And I was too stupid to see it for myself. Colt looks down at me, the same dark, flinty gaze of his making my stomach flip-flop, but he stays quiet. “Did you know?” I repeat, refusing to back down. “Know what, Sunshine?”
What am I to you? I wanna know––” His mouth slams against mine, taking my breath with it as he slips his tongue between my lips and tangles his fingers in my damp hair. I moan at the contact, opening my mouth wider for him. Letting him take what he wants, how he wants it.
“You’re a ray of sunshine, Ash. You’re the only thing I’ve been looking forward to since I moved back. Maybe even before then,” he admits, his eyes going hazy. “Since my dad died.”
“Neither have I,” I return. “I think he knows I wanna beat the shit out of him.” Her gaze flicks to mine as she registers my comment. The makeup around her eyes is darker today. More pronounced. Her lips are a shade darker, too, like she’s wearing lipstick or lipgloss or…something. I scan her up and down. Actually, she looks more put together than I’ve seen in a long time, but effortlessly so. Like she wants to look like she woke up that way, but it’s an illusion. One I could die in if she’d let me. Fucking beautiful. If only I knew what was going through her pretty little head.
“Because he hurt you.”
She tastes as good as I remember. Like honey and vanilla. Like heaven. My heart beats faster, and my blood rushes south. I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks on the tip, pulling a groan out of me. It’s funny. This is only a kiss. A fucking kiss and I’m on my knees, begging for more. For anything she’ll give me.
Mine to explore. Mine to take. Mine to savor.
“You trying to kill me, Sunshine?” Her laugh is light and makes my chest tighten.
But I don’t want to. Because I don’t know if this will be the last time. And now that I've had a taste? I’m not sure I can go without it again. Without her.
“Carrying me? Really?” “Always a gentleman,” I quip.
No, it doesn’t sound good. It sounds miserable.
“You did nothing wrong, Sunshine.”
“Like I said, Sunshine,” he growls against my throat. “Whatever you’ll let me do.”
“All right, Sunshine. I accept your challenge and will see you tomorrow night.”
It means I kinda miss you, Sunshine.
Colt’s hand is on my thigh, and he squeezes it softly, looking free and at ease for the first time in…ever. Sunglasses cover his eyes, but his mouth is tilted up in a smile. He’s happy. If only I knew where we’re going.
“Think you can come right now, Sunshine?”
“Say you’re mine,” I growl.
“Fucking say it, Sunshine.”
“Say you’re mine, Sunshine.”