Page 34 of Sinful Secrets

I search the spot in between the two cushions and find the needle sticking out of the back of the couch.

Justine still doesn’t get up.

“Some of my beads are still under you. Can’t you take this-” I motion between her and Connor “-to your room and not do it in the common area?”

“No. We are more comfortable out here. Besides, it’s a common area.”

“Can you at least get up so I can find my beads?”

“What’s wrong with the ones on the table or the ones on the floor?”

I turn my glare on Connor, hoping he will convince her to move, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even look at me. I take a deep breath to keep the angry tears from falling.

Picking up my phone and keys, I leave, slamming the door behind me. Needing to get as far away from them as possible, I take the stairs.

The cool night air is refreshing and instantly helps calm my anger. Several students are playing a drinking game while a couple of others throw a football around.

Everyone is laughing and having the best time of their lives.

Why can’t I be happy, too? Why can’t I have a night like them?

I wish I could forget everything and all responsibilities and take a drive out to the beach, but I’ve never missed a design assignment, and I’m not going to start now.

I need to head back upstairs, but a few more minutes couldn’t hurt, right?

Connor’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “Savannah, are you okay?”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Do I look okay? Don’t answer that. Why did you follow me outside?”

He waits until he is standing a few feet from me to speak again. “I wanted to make sure you were alright. You left in a hurry and were pretty upset.”

The laugh that comes out of my mouth is dry and humorless. “I was upset? No, I’m still upset. You lost the right to check to make sure I’m okay when you broke up with me and started dating Justine.”

“I shouldn’t have broken up with you.” He frowns, his patented puppy dog frown, but it no longer works on me like it used to. Now, it just pisses me off more.

“Well, it’s too late now.” I thought I’d still be dating him by the time we graduated, but that dream is long gone.

He reaches for me before dropping his hand by his side. “I was just trying to make you jealous by being with Justine, so you’d want to get back with me. I only want to be with you, Savannah. It’s always been you.”

“I don’t believe you, Connor. If you wanted to be with me, you wouldn’t be sucking face with my roommate. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I’m dating someone else, and I’m happy with him.”

Not to mention completely satisfied.

“What? Who? The guy that left your room the other night? Isn’t he too old for you?”

“That is none of your business.”

“I think I deserve to know. What’s his story?”

“No, you don’t. You don’t deserve shit.”

He’s pissed. His hands ball into tight fists.

Even if I wanted to gloat and brag about this thing I have going on with Spencer, I don’t know his last name. I don’t know where he works. I barely remember where he lives.

Connor’s expression softens slightly, and his fists loosen. “Did you ever love me?”

“What?”

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