Hating the Player (Campus Wallflowers #2)

by Rebecca Jenshak

“O-okay, you can come in the tent,” I say, and nudge him lightly with a foot. One of Gavin’s eyes opens for the briefest of seconds. “Worried about me?”

All eyes are on me. Is there a polite way to say I’d rather stay here and read a book?

MEEEEEE

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.

I knew Violet was going to be here. She’s most of the reason I canceled my date and tagged along with Jenkins and Taylor. I thought maybe it would be an opportunity for us to hang out and bury the hatchet, so to speak.

“Just, hold still for a second,” I say. She actually complies for a change, and I pick her up by the waist and set her on the ground in front of me.

I can finally start my week-long Jane Austen marathon.

but my heart is punching to get out of my chest. It’s belonged to her since the first time I met her.

“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.”

Seconds tick by and I’m still watching him. He turns his head and smiles, catching me. “What?”

“You watched it without me.” “I had to see the hand flex.” “And?” He does it with his hand and smiles. “So good.”

“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.”

Nah, fuck that. Not her friend. I want to be her everything.

And after a year of wishing for a second chance, I finally have a date with Violet.

“I always hear you, Violet.”

“I’ll read to you later.”

“Plenty of time for that, baby.”

He has my favorite Persuasion in one hand and he’s leaning against the headboard of my bed.

where do i find a man like this????

I ask my wife as Jordan tosses my camping stuff in the back of his truck. Austen holds both our hands, and we swing our son between us.

EPILOGUE KILLED ME😭😭😭😭