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Taking my hands out from under her sweatshirt, I quickly decline his call.

“Sorry about that,” I say in a raspy voice, dipping back in to kiss Logan, hoping to start again where we left off. But she leans back against the steering wheel and puts her hands on either side of my face to stop me.

“We should probably get back.” She has an apologetic smile on her lips as my face falls in her hands.

I’m going to kill my brother.

“You have to get to your party,” she adds.

“Will you come with me?” There’s still a pressure throbbing against my jeans from her sitting on me.

She shakes her head. “No, I’m going to stay home and work on my paper.” She soothingly brushes my fallen, shaggy hair away from my face.

My heart sinks in disappointment from her words. I don’t want to go without her. I don’t want to go anywhere without her. Fuck, what is happening to me?

She leans back in, gently kissing my lips as she tries to soften the blow of her not coming to the party with me before quickly climbing back into her seat and fastening her seatbelt.

Starting the engine, I adjust myself in my seat, hoping to hide the effect her body had on mine. I turn the heat back to cool in an attempt to defog the windows inside my truck caused by our heated moment. She reaches for my hand, intertwining our fingers, as she drapes both our hands in her lap. She gives me a sweet and innocent smile, vastly contradictory to the sex vixen who was just grinding on my lap moments ago, before casually looking out the window as if nothing happened.

I swear, this woman is going to be the death of me, but goddamn am I going to enjoy her slaughter.

Chapter 49

Logan

Thank god that Marc called when he did. If he didn’t interrupt our moment, I don’t know that I would have. My cheeks begin to heat as I remember the feeling of Eli’s growing bulge beneath me. Tightening my crossed legs, I try to relieve the empty sensation. If this is just the tip of the iceberg as to what I’ve been missing out on, I’m done for. Eli is flawless, absolute perfection in the form of a man, and my body knows it. He has a magnetic pull on me, and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to fight it off for.

I have to tell him. He deserves to know that I’m a virgin before he gets in too deep. I need to give him a chance to call it off. It’s only fair. I know how he’s going to react, or at least I can assume. With the amount of sexual experience he has, it’s probably going to scare him off, just as it has with most other boys before. Somehow, I hope it doesn’t, though, because my heart is in it, and my body is following closely behind.

Something about how he held me while I told him about my mom broke down any remaining walls I had with him. He’s really not the man that everyone else thinks they know. He’s the man that only I get to know.

Eli’s grip on my thigh tightens as he pulls up and parks in front of my dorm. I don’t want him to leave and judging by the look on his face and the intensity with which he’s holding onto me, I don’t think he wants to either. We let out a pair of matching sighs, knowing he has to go to the alumni party back at his house.

“You’re sure you can’t come with me?” he asks again, trying to use his adorably pouty lip to sway my decision.

I sweep my hand across his forehead and graze his cheek with my thumb. “Sorry, ba—” I begin before stopping myself.

“What did you just say?” Eli asks, his gaping lips turning up at the corners.

“Nothing.” My eyes are wide as I pull my hand away from his face and turn my blushing cheeks towards the passenger window.

“Were you about to call me ‘babe’?” he teases.

“No.”

“Logan...” He puts his finger under my chin, pulling my gaze away from the window to face him. “Were you about to call me ‘babe’?”

“No,” I smugly reply. “I was about to call you, ‘baby’.” I’m already caught red-handed. I may as well tell him the truth.

His eyes sparkle as his mouth forms into the most adorably happy grin I’ve ever seen.

“Say it.”

I pause for a moment, contemplating if I want to go straight to the nicknames stage with him already. I never called Zac anything besides his name, but the way I feel about Eli is already incomparable to my relationship with Zac, so I decide to appease him.

“Baby.” I look straight into his eyes and say it before biting down on my lower lip, trying to suppress my amusement to his reaction of the word. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so light and happy.

“Fuck, that sounds good coming from you. Say it again.”

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