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Lifting my head, I grit my teeth and reach for the lights. “Before you.”

“Sunny, what the hell?” His eyes widen just before I hit the light switch and push past him to get back to my bedroom. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, but my full class load already has me spread thin. The time I have left, I spend with my friends and showing up for them in the way they do me. Sex just got lower and lower on the list of importance.

“I mean, if I hadn’t freaked out on you, we would have gotten there eventually. No orgasm left behind and all, right? That’s your motto.”

“Fuck off,” he says, shoving me lightly into my room. “So, Walker said no.”

Crawling under my comforter, I nod. “Yeah, he said we were friends.”

“That’s lame. I’m sorry, Sunny.” Climbing in next to me, he holds his phone out for me to plug in on my side of the bed, where I keep an extra charger for him. “It’s his loss.”

“Yeah, but he’s allowed to say no,” I say, sinking into my pillow as the lingering sour feeling spills out. “Maybe it would have been different if I had thought it out a little bit more.”

“You know, if you’re really looking to get off, I am more than willing to help.” His hand skirts over the hem of my pajama shirt, balling the fabric in his fist and pulling it tight.

“What’s that thing you’re always telling me not to be? Oh, right, desperate!” I turn on my side, grab his wrist, and untangle my shirt from his grasp as the corner of his lips tug up.

“Are you saying I’m bottom of the barrel here?” he asks, resting his hand over his heart. “I’m hurt, Sunny. Absolutely devastated.”

I roll my eyes. “You’ll get over it, you big baby.”

“You know what? Just for that, you’re getting a human blanket tonight,” he says, resting all of his six-four and two-hundred-pound body on me.

“Dylan!” I squeal, squirming under him, and press my hand into his chest. “Get off me! I’m letting you sleep in my bed, and this is how you repay me?”

He goes limp over me. “Sorry, I can’t hear you. I’m sleeping.”

“You are the worst, you know that? Fitz is my favorite Mustang now. Do you think he has any jerseys lying around? I suddenly hate the number ninety-one.”

“Your favorite, huh? I’ll be sure to let Beks know you’re rooting for the enemy.”

“Where’s my phone?” I crane my neck to look at my nightstand. “Going to text Fitz and let him know you just called him the enemy. I’m sure he’ll love that.”

“Truce?”

“You started this!” I gasp, pushing on his chest, and this time he rolls off me. “He needs to know what you think about him. They’ll be so disappointed.” I turn onto my side, reaching for my phone while he reaches for me.

“Who’s they?” he asks, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand back.

“The Canadians, obviously.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, leaning over to press his lips to my temple before rolling onto his back. “Go to sleep, Sunny. I have an early morning.”

“You’re lucky I have an early class, or I would keep you up all night for being a dick.”

“Doing what exactly? You don’t want to have sex with me.”

A groan falls from my lips as I turn away from him. “Let it go!”

His rich laugh fills the room, coating the walls, and any leftover tension I was holding onto fades into nothing. It leaves me feeling lighter as I pull my pillow down and hug it to my chest. Even at my worst, Dylan seems to find the switch to make me feel bright again.

And I couldn’t be more grateful to my younger self for being wise enough to see him as someone special. Someone who is always willing to offer a solution, even when it’s himself, to problems that don’t need solving. As much as I’d like to shake off my conversation with Walker, to forget it and find someone else, I’m not sure I know how to.

I want Walker, and I’m stubborn enough to bide my time until he wants me back.

CHAPTER FOUR

SONYA

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