Page 44 of Kings of the Campus

“I guess,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “But it felt like she agreed too quickly. I thought there’d be more pushback, I guess. I’m just worried that we might have missed something.”

Jace shrugs, the smile returning to his face. “Look, Alec, all we wanted was for her to leave us alone. We got what we wanted,so why overthink it? If she’s willing to step away, let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth.”

He’s got a point, I suppose. Maybe I’m just letting my guilt cloud my judgment.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I admit, nodding slowly. “We got what we aimed for. I guess I’m just a little on edge after everything that’s happened.”

Jace pats me on the back, his grin widening. “Don’t sweat it. We’ve got enough on our plates without worrying about Tessa. Let’s just focus on finishing strong with the toy drive and proving we’ve turned things around.”

I nod, feeling a bit more reassured. Jace’s confidence is infectious, and it helps me refocus on the task at hand. The toy drive is crucial, and it’s where our efforts should be directed. I get up, determined to put my lingering doubts behind me and channel my energy into making sure we finish strong.

Days pass, and I try to convince myself that pushing Tessa out of our lives is the right decision. Yet, despite my reassurances, a gnawing emptiness lingers.

Tonight’s the last frat party of the semester, a chance to unwind before the holiday break. In an attempt to distract myself from the persistent thoughts of Tessa, I decide to let loose and maybe find someone to hook up with. A random fling should be enough to shake off the lingering regrets.

As the party rages on, I scan the room and spot a girl who looks like she’s enjoying herself. Her smile catches my attention, and I make my way over, hoping to spark a connection.

“Hey,” I say, giving her a slow smile.

“Hey,” she replies, holding up a cup of cider. “I’m Layla.”

“Alec,” I reply. “You enjoying the party?”

We chat for a while and I flirt, laying on the charm thick, just like Jace would.

Layla and I eventually find ourselves in a quieter corner of the room, and as I inch closer, I realize something doesn’t feel right here. There’s no spark, not like there was with Tessa. Layla is fine and all, pretty in a generic sort of way but she doesn’t have Tessa’s soft curves or her sassy wit.

When the moment arrives to close the distance and kiss her, I hesitate. The thought of Tessa, of what we had—or what we could have had—stops me dead in my tracks. Layla wrinkles her brow, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her tone shifting from flirtatious to irritated.

I struggle for a response but find myself unable to offer any convincing excuse. “Sorry, I guess I’m just not feeling it.”

Her frustration is palpable. “God, then just forget it,” she snaps, turning on her heel and storming off.

I watch her leave, feeling a pang of regret, not just for the awkwardness of the situation but for the emotions bubbling up inside me. The party continues around me, but I no longer feel like being part of it. I make my way back to my room, my thoughts consumed by Tessa once more.

As I sit on my bed, staring at the empty space where she used to be a part of my life, I can’t shake the feeling that something is missing. I thought pushing her away would bring relief, but instead, it leaves a void that nothing else seems to fill.

My mind drifts back to the last encounter we had before everything went to hell. I recall the way she writhed against me, the way her warm pussy felt around my cock. My hand drifts to my pants and before I realize it, I’m already half-hard, fisting myself in my hand.

A low groan spills out as I touch myself, imagining it’s Tessa who’s touching me. Her skin is soft but her grip is sure as she slowly strokes me up and down. Fuck, oh God yes.

I imagine her looking up at me with her wide, green eyes, biting her plush lower lip. “Is this okay?” she asks in my head.

“Perfect,” I mumble, picking up speed. Her body moves closer to mine, her breasts pressed right up against my chest. I love the way they feel against me, so warm and enticing. The scene grows as I close my eyes.

“Don’t stop,” I say to her and she starts moving her hand a little faster, then rubbing the spot at the tip that has me gasping in pleasure.

“You’re amazing at this,” I whisper to her. “Making me feel so good, sweetheart.”

“Just want to make you feel good,” she whispers back. “Like how you make me feel.”

Her fingers move off my shaft and I mourn their removal but before I can protest, she’s sticking them in her mouth, licking and sucking them. When she pulls them out, I watch with a heated gaze as she moves her hands back down to stroke over me once more.

Then her mouth descends on me and I nearly come undone as she licks my tip, then wraps her lips around the head and applies hot, wet suction.

“Shit!” I curse, hips bucking up into her mouth, but she reaches out to push me back down, continuing her ministrations.

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