Page 13 of Only With You

“They’re in a black case.”

Wait a minute. “I know where they’re at.”

He suspiciously stares at me like he doesn’t believe me. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No, they’re in my room. I thought they were my best friend’s. She was over the other day and—look, it doesn’t matter. They’re in my room. Now move, so I can go get them.”

He lingers for a beat before he steps to the side, clearing my path. I head to my room, straight to my desk where the black case sits.

When I turn around, I jolt, almost dropping the case when I spot him inside my room by the doorway.

“What the hell? I didn’t tell you to follow me.”

He lazily shrugs. “You didn’t say anything. I assumed you wanted me to follow you.”

“Whatever.” I cut the space between us and shove the case in his waiting palm.

My eyes widen and study the size of it. I’ve never described myself as small, but the difference in our hand sizes makes me feel just that, small.

No one has ever made me feel that way.

I swallow, snapping out of it and pulling back.

“You got what you came for. Now, leave.”

Curling his fingers over the case, he turns on his heel and heads to the living room. He slips his shoes back on, and before he walks out, he glances over his shoulder. A tantalizing smirk curves his lips, making a deep indent on each cheek.

He has dimples?

“Have fun,” is all that he says before he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

Have fun? What the hell is that supposed to—oh, fuck.

I left my hot pink dildo on top of my white duvet.

4

JULIANNA

I havea love-hate relationship with Sundays.

I love them, because every Sunday, I meet the most amazing group of kids and teach them how to play instruments at the community center. It’s something I’ve been doing since my freshman year after I got a job at the Hall of Art Museum. After doing this for almost four years, I’ve fallen completely in love with it.

But I only teach the kids in the morning, and occasionally, I’ll do it on Saturdays.

The reason I hate Sundays is because of the once-a-week mandatory Chapter meeting with my sorority—Alpha Delta Pi—that I’m currently at.

I used to not dread these meetings and genuinely loved being in a sorority. From the friends I made, the parties, the tailgating before a football game, and the sorority life.

Freshman year was great, but sophomore year, that’s where it took a turn, and it all started with Sienna Forbes.

She stands at the front of the living room of the sorority house, green smoothie in one hand and phone in the other. She’s not changed looks-wise, perfectly-straight blonde hair, pretty poised smile, her outfit immaculate as ever.

We met freshman year at kickoff, when we were rushing for a sorority. We were sitting next to each other and instantly connected. On bid day, when we opened our envelopes and found out we were in the same sorority, we grew closer. There was never a day we weren’t together or speaking.

But one day, she changed, and now, we hardly speak unless it deals with the sorority.

I shove the thought of our friendship away and try to focus, but the meeting is running long.

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