Page 34 of Study Games

“This is me wanting to peel that little top off and suck on your nipples until you’re a hot mess, then do the same to your pretty little pussy.”

“You can’t say things like that,” I gasped as his mouth claimed mine.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growled, holding me flush to his body that told its own story. “After this morning, I’ll do anything you let me do—but it’s got to be your choice, Waverly. Always your choice. I’ll never force you.” He titled my head back to his shoulder, kissing me fiercely.

“I’m never going to get used to that,” I whispered, covering a yawn. “I’m so sorry. I’m exhausted.”

“And I promised to stay with you. If you want that?” he asked, loosening his hold on me.

“I’ve…never actually fallen asleep with a boyfriend before,” I confessed, biting my lip. “Unless you count…”

“I don’t,” he said firmly. “I want to erase everything they did to you, starting with that dent on your self esteem.”

I nodded, letting him draw me into the nest of blankets.

His arms wound around me, then he froze. “How do you prefer to sleep?”

“Um, on my side.”

“Good.” Jax wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back into him, covering us both with blankets. “Sweet dreams, little queen.”

I smiled as my eyes drifted shut and didn’t mind the nickname one bit.

I woke up in a pile of blankets and stretched luxuriously across the small single bed Jax had managed to fit in next to me. My eyes flew open in an adrenaline dump.

Jax.

I retracted my arms but he wasn’t there to accidentally hit. Sitting up, I curled in my nest of blankets, trying to reconcile the night before with the rest of my college existence to date. Had I been drinking? Oh, hell. I hadn't sent the twins their assignments! Was any of it actually real? I covered my eyes and fell face forward into the nest of blankets, still lined up where I’d posed for Jax the night before.

Wait.

If that was real then…

“Waverly! You have to see this!” Celia threw open my door still wearing the same jeans and tee she’d been wearing the night before.

“What is it?”

“Get dressed! You– oh.” She stared at me, her eyes wide. “You’re wearing…”

I looked down at my top and boy shorts. “They’re my pajamas.”

“Yeah. And now your pajamas are famous. Put on your skirt or something. Quick!”

I frowned and picked up my skirt, and just as slowly dropped it. Sucking in a deep breath, I dug through my drawers to the two pairs of jeans I loved most and slipped on the larger pair, hoping the button would still do up. It did by some miracle, and I could even breathe in them.

Bonus.

Grabbing a tee and a hoodie, I layered up, knowing the morning air would be crisp, and shoved my phone in my pocket.

“All right.” I ran my fingers through my hair, trying not to think of Jax not being there and what it might mean. “What’s up?”

“Come on,” Celia broke into a wide smile at my jeans and tee combo, squeezing my hand as she dragged me out of the building and across the lawn to the quad where a hundred students congregated, their phones raised. “You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady,” she admonished me in a faux-stern voice, and surprised me with a tight hug, pride radiating from her glowing cheeks, her curls bouncing around her face. “You have no idea how happy I am for you.”

“What?” Flustered, I stared at her, my feet moving as she propelled me forward.

I turned around to face the backs of the crowd and stopped.

The enormous brick wall that formed one end of the quad had been painted black and white. And on it, dressed in my nightwear combo, nestled in the blankets Jax insisted on, was me, painted larger than life.

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