Page 31 of The Game Changer

“Oh, I just, uh… Fancy seeing you here.” I wince and sigh, crouching down beside her and resting my arm on the edge of her table. Giving up my lame little lie, I softly admit, “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Why?”

I frown at her confusion. Is she fucking serious?

Rolling her eyes, she huffs and closes the book she was reading. “I don’t really want to have these conversations in public, okay? Could you just call me?” She tips her head to the side, her eyes narrowing. “Oh no, wait. That’s right. You don’t do that.”

I glare back at her. “I didn’t know if you wanted to hear from me.”

“Yeah, right.” She shunts her chair back, gathering her things and shoving them into her bag.

“Come on, I’ve been searching the whole fucking campus for you. I skipped class so I could find you.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” she mutters. “You should have just texted me.”

“So you could ignore it? I needed to see you.”

Her head snaps up, her fiery blue gaze doing its best to make me feel three inches tall. “Why?”

I study her face for a second, refusing to look away even though instinct is telling me to run like the fucking wind.

She’s still staring at me. Her hard glare is a laser beam trying to slice me in two, but I take the risk and gently touch her arm. “I wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re okay.”

Her cheeks turn the color of milk as she flicks my hand off her and glances around. Our quiet discussion is drawing curious gazes. The guy at the end of the table obviously recognizes me, and the girl two across from him is throwing me a dirty look.

Shit, did I sleep with her?

I glance away, focusing back on Caroline. Her blue eyes are bigger and brighter than before. Not with a smile but with this kind of fear that matches the tsunami in my stomach.

“Come on.” I nudge her away from the table and down a row of books until we reach a back corner that’s completely secluded.

It’s dark and hidden away, probably a great place to have sex. You know, the naughty, rushed kind where the thrill of getting caught makes it that much hotter.

Images of lifting Caroline against the wall and plunging into her overpower me for a second, but I clamp them down when she clears her throat.

Crossing her arms, she frames her luscious tits, and it’s impossible not to check them out. They seem even bigger and more beautiful than last time.

Fuck, she’s hot.

Gritting my teeth, I glance away from her, focusing on the wall and willing my horny-ass body to calm down.

I’m not here for a quickie. I’m here to check that she’s okay.

Get your brain out of your dick and talk to her like a human being!

“So, uh… how are you?”

She shrugs. “About as good as yesterday.”

I give her a wincing smile. At least I think that’s what my face is doing. She gives me a cursory glance before looking to the floor and clearing her throat again.

“Sorry if I handled that badly,” I mumble. “I was kind of in shock.”

She brushes her hand through the air like it’s no big deal. But it was. I hurt her.

Shit, I wonder how many other chicks I’ve wounded. I hate this feeling. I don’t want to be an asshole. I just… don’t do relationships.

I thought she understood that. I’m famously slutty. Everyone knows that about me. She shouldn’t have flirted with me if she was after something serious.

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