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“And if you’re on the hockey team, they said they’ll let you in for free,” Annabelle adds.

These two are always around. Always. Wherever we go, they go. We don’t invite them; they just show up and tag along. I don’t dislike them. But I don’t particularly like them either. None of us have ever expressed an interest in hooking up with them. I always get the sense if someone made that mistake, these two would immediately declare girlfriend status and it would be four more years of them always being around. Currently, they function as a semi-deterrent for other girls, which Brody isn’t completely against because he’s hung up on some high school crush he’s never gotten over, so I tolerate them.

“I’m game, how about you guys?” Gage says.

Gage is always up for a party. It’s a big part of the reason he’s already skating the academic probation line.

I shrug and look to Brody. He shrugs back.

I glance to the right, where a pint-sized girl wearing a hoodie with the phrase “social battery on empty” scrawled under a frowning battery over her chest speed walks toward the elevators.Could it be the same girl from class earlier today? She jams her thumb on the button.

“Come on! It’s a nice night. Soon it’ll be snow and crappy weather and we’ll have to go to bars instead. It’ll be fun!” Annabelle whines.

“I’m not staying late,” Brody says.

“Me neither.”

“Yay!” Barbie and Annabelle jump around while clapping. “Let’s get changed and meet down here in twenty minutes!”

We move as a group toward the elevators.

Gage rushes for them, trying to get there before the doors slide closed. The elevators take forever here. The girl at the front lifts her head as she reaches for the panel inside.

Thick dark lashes, gray eyes rimmed in charcoal. I swear it’s the girl from my class this morning. But the doors close before I can confirm her identity.

CHAPTER 3

CAMMIE

“That’s right, Cammie, don’t be shy. Tell me exactly what you want,” Chase whispers against my lips, his hand gliding down my stomach.

“Don’t stop touching me.” I run my fingers through his dark, silky hair. “Or kissing me.”

His luscious, full lips curve into a panty-melting smile as he circles my navel. He opens his mouth, and a horrible, shrill sound comes out of it.

The dream dissolves and my eyes pop open as the fire alarm blares through the building. “For fuck’s sake, it was just getting to the good part.” I pull my pillow over my head and groan. Why, even in my dreams, can’t I be forward and explicit with my direction? I should have asked him to eat me out and pound me into the mattress. But no, all dream me can ask him to do is kiss and touch me.

It’s the third time this week that the fire alarm has gone off in the middle of the freaking night. Maybe I can just lie here and pretend I don’t exist until it’s over.

“Everyone up and out! This is a real fire alarm!” A fist slams against my door. “I know you’re in there. Get your ass out of bed!”

So much for pretending I don’t exist.

Colby Barton, our floor RA, moves on to the next door. “You can’t bring a suitcase with you, Fred. Grab a hoodie and let’s go.”

I throw off my covers and roll out of bed. It’s one-oh-seven in the morning. Living on campus will be fun, Essie said. You’ll love it, Essie said. She failed to mention this less than pleasant frequent occurrence. I rush to pull a hoodie over my T-shirt, tug on a pair of jeans, grab my backpack, toss the book on my nightstand inside, along with my phone, and shove my feet into my shoes. I throw my door open and am about to step into the hall when a giant, half-naked man body comes careening into my room. I stumble back to avoid being knocked off my feet, but trip over my own feet and wind up on my ass.

My mouth goes dry, and my palms and panties dampen as I take in the hulking form standing in the middle of my room. Chase is six-foot-four inches of hot-as-fuck hockey player. And he’sinsidemy room. Every single part of me is immediately alert even though he doesn’t even notice me sprawled out on the floor.

“Stiles and Lovett, stop messing around and get your asses outside! This is not a drill!”

“Sir, yes, sir.” They salute Colby and hustle down the hall.

I pick myself up off the floor and shove my wallet into my backpack before I sling it over my shoulder and head for the door. But I pause to grab my laptop, just in case.

I join my floormates in the hall. The crowd has thinned considerably in the last minute. I’m halfway to the emergency exit stairs when the sprinklers come on.

The girls ahead of me shriek. The sprinklers are a first. I quickly shove my laptop under my hoodie to protect it. I really wish I’d put it in my backpack before leaving my room, but it’s too late for that now.

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