you were Wes.”
“I felt pretty bad as soon as she took one look at me.” Wes is Laken’s ex, and he happens to be a mirror reflection of myself. “We’ve got until two. How about we head over and check out my dorm?” I haven’t so much as inserted the key in the lock since I took possession of it a few months back. As long as Skyla is still on Paragon, that’s where I’ll be. The truth is, I don’t want to be stuck on Host if Skyla is an entire island away.
“Let’s.” Her eyes glow, pale as the fog, and a fire rushes through me straight down to my aching balls.
We head into the West Building and Skyla points at the sign.
“Aptly named.” She pinches my waist. “And really—coed dorms? I’m disappointed in your mother.” She gives a little wink. We head on up, and I can’t help but notice the entire place holds the stench of stale chips and beer. “Smells like one of Harrison’s parties.”
“I miss Ellis.” A tiny smile plays in the corner of her lip. “We need to get him to Host.”
“He seems pretty happy logging hours down at the bowling alley.”
“Not to mention the hours he’s logging with Giselle.”
I try to push the idea of Ellis dating my sister out of my mind for now. I grew up with Ellis, and I’m up on every one of his stoner ways. He wouldn’t have been my first choice for Giselle, but, then, love is blind, and Giselle can’t see a damn thing with that drug-induced haze he’s encapsulated her in. Not that he’s doing any of that stuff around her. I’ve threatened him enough to make it clear she doesn’t get near it.
“Let’s change the subject.” I dot her lips with a kiss as the elevator yawns open. My lips trail up her neck, nice and slow, as she giggles into me. Skyla is a ray of sunshine in this tar-covered world. I’ve loved her since before I met her thanks to the visions I was gifted. And I plan on loving her long into eternity. No matter how much time I have left to spend with her on this planet, it won’t nearly be enough. “You know who I want to log hours with?”
“Charlie?” She steals a kiss off my lips as she says it.
“You guessed it. I was thinking about taking him out for ribs later tonight. If you want I can pick you up a doggie bag.”
“Very funny.” She swats me. Charlie is my yellow lab, and if I dared give him a rib, my mother would pluck out every one of mine.
“Here it is. Three sixteen.” Skyla jumps at the sight of my dorm.
I hold up the key and unlock the door.
“Shouldn’t we knock? What if your roommate is in there?’ Skyla lands her cool fingers over mine, preventing me from turning the knob. “What if he’s doing something private?”
“Like playing Grand Theft Auto?”
“No—like masturbating.” She runs her fingers softly over my crotch, and I hold my breath a second. Skyla has been giving me the green light all morning, and I’m not about to deny her a damn thing, that is, after I make an honest woman out of her. Skyla’s mother made it clear as her crystal cut eyes that putting a ring on her finger was the only way to go, and, personally, I don’t want to screw anything up between Skyla and me. I want everything about the two of us to be perfect. She deserves it.
“Masturbating, huh?” I pry the door open and scan the place, empty as Dudley’s head—nothing but two beds pushed together in the center. Looks like whoever he is, he’s decided to take advantage of the amenities while I’ve been gone. I’ll need to burn the sheets. I close the door behind us, never taking my eyes off hers. “What do you know about that?” I leave out the M word while tracing a line down her lips to her jaw. Skyla is a testament to perfection.
“I know plenty.” She cinches her arms around my neck and pulls me in. “All I have to do is think about you at night, and my hand seems to find its way to forbidden places.” She slips her fingers to the lip of her jeans and gives a crooked smile.
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