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She hugs me. “That is so sweet! You’re just so sweet, Chase!”

Literally everything she says ends with an exclamation point.

Brody shoots me a death glare, but Gage doesn’t seem put off by her overly enthusiastic personality.

“I’m gonna grab some stuff.” I point to the buffet. I load up two plates with a little of everything since I’m not sure what she likes. I also nab a few granola bars since they have plenty of those. Once I’m stocked, I head for the elevators.

Keg Party girl is busy hanging off Gage’s arm, so she doesn’t notice me leaving. On the way up to the room, I give myself a pep talk. “You got this, man. You can just hang out, feed her, talk. And then maybe if things go well, you’ll get to touch her again.” I exhale a long breath and try to push away the image of my fingers buried in all that soft wetness. But the way she looked, and the sound of my name tumbling from her lips when she came is tough to shove back in a box. “One step at a time. Food and conversation. You know how to eat and talk. You get eighties in all your courses. You’re not an intellectual slouch. You’re more than just a hockey player with a nice face.” The elevator doors slide open.

Two girls I vaguely recognize say hi. I mutter hi back and head down the hall to my room. My phone goes off with a text from Gage.

Gage

She’s into you. You’re into her. You got this, man. Just have fun. You’re Chase fucking Lovett.

I swipe the key over the sensor and throw open the door a little too hard. “Hey, Cammie! I brought you breakfast in bed!”

I round the corner as she slams her laptop closed. Her eyes are wide, and her face is red. “Hey. Hi. Uh, I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”

“What’s this about?” I make a circle motion around my face.

“What’s what about?” She runs her hands up and down her thighs.

“You’re all shifty.” I set the tray down on the bed. “Were you watching porn or something?” I mean it as a joke, and for the words not to come out all low and gravelly.

CHAPTER 9

CAMMIE

“Cammie?” Chase tips his head.

Having his attention on me is overwhelming and incredibly flattering. But he asked a question, and I have yet to answer him.

“I was writing my fic.” Oh my God, I just told him I write fanfic. I never tell anyone.

“Why are you flushed?”

“Let me rephrase that. I was writing high-spice romance,” I say, a little haughtily.

“High-spice romance?” Chase parrots.

“I should have just said I was working on an assignment.” It’s what I should be doing. “Thanks for bringing all of this stuff back for me.” I choose a blueberry muffin and peel off the wrapper so I have something to do with my hands and a place for my eyes to be that isn’t on Chase.

“No problem.” He rounds the bed and drops down beside me.

“This is to share, right?” I’m famished but there’s no way I can eat all of it. Especially not with all the butterflies bopping around in mystomach.

“I had some while I was down at the buffet. You eat what you want, and I’ll clean up the leftovers.”

“I bet you could literally eat all day long and never get full,” I muse.

“It’s a rare hour when I’m not hungry.” He adjusts the pillows. “I want to know more about this spicy romance stuff.”

I pull the hood over my head to hide my face. “It’d be better if you pretend I didn’t say that out loud.”

“Now I definitely need to know more.” He tugs the hood back down and skims my cheek with his fingers. “Are you embarrassed?”

I sigh. “No. Yes. No. You’re going to think I’m weird.”

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