Secret Puck (Campus Nights #1)

by Rebecca Jenshak

Holy gummy bears.

“She seems like a cool chick. You two are friends, right? Any advice?” Back the fuck off. Find someone else. Anyone else.

I giggle as he lays me down on the bed and stands tall to remove his shirt. “What if I wanted to watch the rest of the movie?” He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them and my panties down before he answers. “Say the word and we can move this back out to the living room.” His head dips and then his tongue flattens over my center, sending a jolt through my body. He glances up, eyes dark and taunting. “What do you say, baby? Wanna watch the movie while I lick you? Maybe you want Mav to watch as I eat your sweet pussy.”

“I need like two minutes for my soul to float back inside of me and then it’s your turn.” “Your soul floated away? Damn, girl, can I get that in a Yelp review?”

Ginny’s so much nicer than I am. I’d never let anyone get away with taking food from me. Heath doesn’t share food. I totally said that in my Joey from Friends voice. He had the right idea.

Dead. Gone. Rest in peace. Thought I was going to hell, but this is heaven.

“We should celebrate.” Adam claps me on the shoulder. “What do you feel like doing?” Your sister.

Love. I hate that damn word. Why does it always feel like it’s an excuse? When she says it, all I hear is, I love you, so it’s okay that I screwed up.

“I wanna take you to The Olive Garden.” He sways a little, staring at me. “You deserve The Olive Garden.”

“It isn’t about sex,” he says and looks at me dreamily. My stomach does a thousand backflips.

“This what you want, Genevieve?”

“No need to be embarrassed. You can feel how much I want you, but what do you want, Genevieve?”

“There’s no rush.”

“Harder,”

“You’re sure?”

“Fuck me hard like I know you want to.”

“Grab the hea...

“This isn’t going to work.” “Don’t say that. Forget everything I said in the past five minutes. Start over. Ask me to be your boyfriend.”

“Ask me, Genevieve,”

“I love you, Heath.” He flinches. “I’m sorry if that’s too much for you to deal with, but I do, and I don’t want to just forget it.”

“The thought of my feelings for you being tainted by the past… I hate it. I don’t want anything bad to ever touch you. You are my favorite person. You’re the only person I’d skip food for or that could convince me to eat Neapolitan ice cream or… a thousand other things. You. It’s only you. And when I walked in here, I fully intended to stand firm on my stance of never speaking the words, of keeping the best thing in my life away from my worst memories, but then I saw you and I realized that it doesn’t matter what it’s meant before. If loving you is wanting to spend every day with you, laughing and having fun, supporting you, and having your back, then I do. I love you, Ginny. Of course, I do.”