Page 72 of Dirty Shots

“But I still need to get to campus for class.”

“So, you can take a cab. You know I’ll pay. Hell, I’ll buy you a damned car if that’s all it takes to get you to come live with me.”

She gaped at him. “You’re actually serious.”

“Of course I am. I never say anything I don’t mean.”

“You’re crazy,” she repeated.

He gave her an impossibly sexy smile. “What’s the point in being alive if you can’t be a little reckless now and then?”

He was right. She didn’t want to go back to her dorm when she could be here, with Eric. She loved him, and hated to spend even a minute without him.

“We’ll try it,” she said eventually. “I won’t give up my dorm room, though, just in case we discover we hate each other after a week.”

His eyebrows lifted. “I had no idea you were such a romantic.”

“Yeah, well, one of us has to keep our heads screwed on. If this all goes wrong, you won’t be the one left with nowhere to live.”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. But just so you know, I’d live on the streets myself before I saw you homeless.”

Anya smiled and slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re my hero.”

His face grew serious. “You’re my everything. I love you so much, it’s crazy. You know that, don’t you?”

Her heart swelled with happiness. “I love you, too.”

They kissed and grinned at each other, neither one quite daring to believe how lucky they were the other person had come into their life.

She remembered something. “Hey, how did the call with Logan go?”

“Oh, yeah, I’d almost forgotten about that. It went well. He’s free tomorrow afternoon, if you are?”

Nerves flipped in her stomach. “That soon?”

Eric shrugged. “Sure, why wait?”

She couldn’t think of one reason. “I’m nervous,” she admitted.

“Don’t be. Logan will make you feel at ease, I promise.”

“Just as long as it isn’t ...” She trailed off.

“Weird?” he filled in.

“And awkward.”

“It won’t be. We’ll get a bottle of champagne and have some fun. If at any point you want to stop, or do something differently, just say.”

“Same with you, too,” she insisted. “If it’s making you feel strange, you have to speak up.”

“Strange? The only thing it’s going to do to me is get me crazy hot so I’ll end up having to screw the hell out of you as soon as Logan has gone.”

She smiled. “Now you’re talking.”

“So we’ll go back to your dorm and get your stuff in the morning, and then in the afternoon we’ll do the shoot with Logan.”

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