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“So my dorm room then.”

He smiles, making me melt. “If you think your roommate won’t show up again.”

“I don’t think she will. Let me text my friends first, or they’ll think I was kidnapped.” I take my phone out and start a message to Scarlett and Kadence. I’m not sure what to tell them though.

Sean chuckles. “In a way, youarebeing kidnapped.”

I look at him. “Is that so? Where’s the hood over my head and the rope tying my wrists?”

His brows arch, and a wicked smile blossoms on his handsome face. “Do you want me to procure those items... because I will.”

A ripple of desire runs down my spine, making me forget for a moment what I’m supposed to do. “Uh...”

He leans closer and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Go on, text your friends, and let’s get out of here.”

CHAPTER 10

SEAN

I’m breaking all the vows I made three weeks ago—no contact with Ashley, and most definitely, no hooking up. It’s becoming clear that, when it comes to her, all my resolutions turn to vapor. I don’t know when she became my kryptonite. Maybe it was the taste of the forbidden fruit that’s making me this obsessive.

I turn on the radio, because the last thing I want is for an awkward silence to smother us. I keep my attention on the road, but whenever I hit a red light, I glance at her. She’s so damn pretty, it hurts to stare and not touch her. I’ve always been aware of that, but I never allowed myself to truly appreciate her beauty. I was too gung-ho on making her life miserable. God. I was such an idiot.

It would be easier if she was all looks and no substance. But she’s smart, and loyal to the people she cares about. One time when I was being particularly nasty about Ashley, Kenzie told me a story that made me ashamed of my venom. Ashley picked a fight with a girl twice her size to defend my sister. The memory makes me feel regretful all over again.

“I like your hair, by the way,” I blurt out.

“Oh, thanks. It’s fun, but I don’t think I’ll dye it again.”

“Why not?”

“It’s a lot of work.”

There’s a lull in the conversation, and I regret starting it. Not even the radio is helping now.

“How do you like your classes so far?” she asks.

“I like them fine, but... they’re demanding.”

“Yeah. And just when I thought I’d finally be able to relax about school. You’re undeclared, right?”

I nod. “Dad wants me to pick a sensible major in case hockey doesn’t pan out, but I want to weigh my options first.”

Ashley studies me. “Would it hurt if you couldn’t play hockey professionally?”

Hell. This conversation turned meaningful fast. I hold the steering wheel tighter, thinking of an answer. “Honestly, I don’t know. How were you able to convince Dad to let you major in art?”

Fuck. Why did I have to mention my father and remind us of the elephant in the room?

She doesn’t miss a beat though. “Two words:double major.”

“Ah... mystery solved. Business?”

“Yep.” She nods.

As I feared, talking about my father reminded me that we’re complicating things. Maybe we shouldn’t do this, even though I really want to. I stop the car in the parking lot in front of her building, but before getting out, I look at her. “I don’t need to come up.”

Her brows furrow. “Did you change your mind?”

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