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don’t live with my mom. She is sick. Sick enough not to stop Frank from hurting me and Ryan. Sick enough to have babies and not care about them.
I gulp down the beer. “Do you have a roommate?”
“Yes. But she’s away for the weekend.”
“Will you be able to sneak me in?”
She nods, confident, as if she’s snuck plenty of guys into her room without getting caught, though I can’t help notice a thread of sadness in her eyes.
Not wanting to dwell on that and miss out on this opportunity, I say, “Okay, let’s go.” I place my beer on a coffee table that’s been pushed against the wall and remove my phone from my back pocket.
Mission in motion , I type, letting Chase know I’m leaving. Although he doesn’t openly judge me for sleeping with so many girls, it doesn’t mean he thinks it’s a good idea. One day he’ll let his opinion be known, and I’d rather he didn’t do that in front of the girl I plan to screw.
Since Emma came to the party with her friends, I drive us both to the university and park near her dorm.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll let you in,” she says outside the emergency exit.
I examine the door. “The alarm won’t go off?”
“Hasn’t yet.” Further proving she’s done this before with other guys, which is a good thing. It means she won’t expect anything between us beyond tonight.
Five minutes later I’m still waiting for her to let me in. Shit. How long’s this going to take? There’s always the chance she changed her mind and went to bed without bothering to tell me first. I pace back and forth, deliberating whether to give it another minute or two, or just bail and return to the party. It’s still early. I can find another warm, willing body to take her place.
As I’m about to walk away, the side door opens. “Coast is clear,” Emma slurs, a little more than before.
I nod and quietly follow her into the building, up three flights of stairs, and down the hallway. She needs to work on her spy skills. She giggles for no reason every so often, setting me on edge. I hate gigglers.
Except for one other guy wandering the hallway, we don’t bump into anyone. Which is lucky, since there are a couple of parties going on. A battle of loud music—pop verses rock—and giggling spill into the hallway.
“This is it.” She opens the door and motions me into a room that can only be described as an orange-and-pink explosion. I pull her into my arms and kiss her. Rum and coke. She didn’t taste like this earlier when I kissed her. So that’s what took her so long.
I deepen the kiss and slide my hand down to her ass. She moans.
I pull away slightly. “Which bed’s yours?”
She points behind her. I walk her backward to it.
A photo on her desk catches my attention. In it, Emma and Kitten are standing with a good-looking guy, his arm around Kitten’s waist. I pick it up. “Who are they?”
“That’s Trent. My brother.” She leans over and pukes in the trash can.
“You okay?” I ask, which is obviously a dumb question. Clearly she isn’t. I put the photo back on the desk.
She straightens. “Yeah, I’m good. Just give me a second. I have to go to the bathroom.” To puke some more, no doubt.
Which means she’s too drunk for this to be consensual. Which means if we have sex, it’s rape.
She’s barely gone a minute before I slip away. But as easy as it is to leave Emma, it’s not so easy to stop thinking about Kitten. The girl in the picture looked happy, but the girl I’ve met doesn’t look like she’s done much smiling lately.
Chapter Eleven
Amber
The red numbers on my alarm clock glow 6:00 a.m. I might as well go to the gym. After last night, I need to work out more than ever.
Brittany snores softly, her back to me. I guess I wasn’t screaming in my sleep this time. That, or she drugged herself so she doesn’t have to worry about me accidentally waking her with my dreams.
Dawn stretches across the sky as I jog toward the gym,
I gulp down the beer. “Do you have a roommate?”
“Yes. But she’s away for the weekend.”
“Will you be able to sneak me in?”
She nods, confident, as if she’s snuck plenty of guys into her room without getting caught, though I can’t help notice a thread of sadness in her eyes.
Not wanting to dwell on that and miss out on this opportunity, I say, “Okay, let’s go.” I place my beer on a coffee table that’s been pushed against the wall and remove my phone from my back pocket.
Mission in motion , I type, letting Chase know I’m leaving. Although he doesn’t openly judge me for sleeping with so many girls, it doesn’t mean he thinks it’s a good idea. One day he’ll let his opinion be known, and I’d rather he didn’t do that in front of the girl I plan to screw.
Since Emma came to the party with her friends, I drive us both to the university and park near her dorm.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll let you in,” she says outside the emergency exit.
I examine the door. “The alarm won’t go off?”
“Hasn’t yet.” Further proving she’s done this before with other guys, which is a good thing. It means she won’t expect anything between us beyond tonight.
Five minutes later I’m still waiting for her to let me in. Shit. How long’s this going to take? There’s always the chance she changed her mind and went to bed without bothering to tell me first. I pace back and forth, deliberating whether to give it another minute or two, or just bail and return to the party. It’s still early. I can find another warm, willing body to take her place.
As I’m about to walk away, the side door opens. “Coast is clear,” Emma slurs, a little more than before.
I nod and quietly follow her into the building, up three flights of stairs, and down the hallway. She needs to work on her spy skills. She giggles for no reason every so often, setting me on edge. I hate gigglers.
Except for one other guy wandering the hallway, we don’t bump into anyone. Which is lucky, since there are a couple of parties going on. A battle of loud music—pop verses rock—and giggling spill into the hallway.
“This is it.” She opens the door and motions me into a room that can only be described as an orange-and-pink explosion. I pull her into my arms and kiss her. Rum and coke. She didn’t taste like this earlier when I kissed her. So that’s what took her so long.
I deepen the kiss and slide my hand down to her ass. She moans.
I pull away slightly. “Which bed’s yours?”
She points behind her. I walk her backward to it.
A photo on her desk catches my attention. In it, Emma and Kitten are standing with a good-looking guy, his arm around Kitten’s waist. I pick it up. “Who are they?”
“That’s Trent. My brother.” She leans over and pukes in the trash can.
“You okay?” I ask, which is obviously a dumb question. Clearly she isn’t. I put the photo back on the desk.
She straightens. “Yeah, I’m good. Just give me a second. I have to go to the bathroom.” To puke some more, no doubt.
Which means she’s too drunk for this to be consensual. Which means if we have sex, it’s rape.
She’s barely gone a minute before I slip away. But as easy as it is to leave Emma, it’s not so easy to stop thinking about Kitten. The girl in the picture looked happy, but the girl I’ve met doesn’t look like she’s done much smiling lately.
Chapter Eleven
Amber
The red numbers on my alarm clock glow 6:00 a.m. I might as well go to the gym. After last night, I need to work out more than ever.
Brittany snores softly, her back to me. I guess I wasn’t screaming in my sleep this time. That, or she drugged herself so she doesn’t have to worry about me accidentally waking her with my dreams.
Dawn stretches across the sky as I jog toward the gym,
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