Hating the Player (Campus Wallflowers #2)
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Being around Violet brings out some primal, barbaric side of me. I want her, but since I can’t have her, I end up acting like a giant asshole.
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“This is just a temporary truce,” she says as she nuzzles into me. My brain might know this is temporary, but my heart is punching to get out of my chest. It’s belonged to her since the first time I met her.
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“Contrary to what you think, Vi, I care about you. If I thought you needed something, I’d do a lot more than kick down a door to get to you.”
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“You aren’t really going to read this entire book to me, are you?” “I don’t think I’ll finish it tonight, no, but maybe we can beat your last record.”
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“I’m having a hand flex moment here, Vi.”
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“Violet?” “Yeah.” I get up and pull the door open. “I thought you left.” “I did, or I started to.” “Okay.” I turn back to look at the bed and nightstand. “Did you forget something?” “Just this.” His right hand reaches out and caresses my hip, then he seems to think better of it and pulls it back. He rubs at his palm with his other hand. “I like you, Violet. I’ve always liked you.”
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“Can I come back tomorrow? We can watch six hours of Darcy and Elizabeth, if you want, or I’ll read some more Persuasion. I want to spend more time with you.”
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Maybe because I want to be her friend. Nah, fuck that. Not her friend. I want to be her everything.
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“It took a couple of minutes for it to register, or I would have immediately agreed.” He holds the door open for me, and something in his playful smile and dark brown eyes holds me captive as he says, “I always hear you, Violet.”
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Violet is a freaking ten any day of the week, but tonight, in that blue dress with her hair wavy and those shoes… damn those shoes, she steals the air from my lungs.
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There’s a certain satisfaction in doing difficult things.”
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“Hey. Let’s play a game.” “A game? Now?” “Mhmm. Two truths and a lie.” “Okay.” I give him a tentative smile. “Number one, I have the hottest girlfriend alive.” “Two, I can’t imagine my life without you.” “And three?” I ask. “I have been in love with you since the night your sandal broke, and I carried you to your dorm.” My heart threatens to burst in my chest. “Which one is the lie?” “None of them.” He grins. “They’re all true.”