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I immediately look up when I hit send.

He’sobviouslywatching me, and I’m going to find out who it is.

I pass over the guys who are sitting with their girlfriends and the ones who are in a deep conversation about the football game playing on the screen. There’s an intense game of beer pong at the end of the hallway that I ignore, so I swing my gaze to the other side of the hall, and my stomach bottoms out.

My heart thumps so hard I hear it in my ears. I’m engulfed in flames when I latch onto a set of familiar blue eyes a few feet from my brother.

We stay locked in a deep stare, and I type my message without looking.

Do you enjoy tormenting me?

I wish I could disguise what I’m feeling as anger, but my body disagrees on every front.

Ford slowly looks down at his phone, ignoring the girl beside him, and types something.

I feel the vibration against my palm and finally pull my eyes away from him.

No, but I do enjoy turning you on.

My fingers fly over the screen.

I hate you.

I turn my back and stomp down the hallway to the back set of stairs. I don’t say goodbye to my brother or to any of my sorority sisters. I’m too worked up to think straight, let alone speak in a coherent manner.

How dare Ford message me under a fake profile, turn me on, and then drop a bomb like that?

What kind of game is he playing?

And why do I enjoy playing it?

I push open the door and rush down the stairs. I crave to feel the wintry air on my heated face, because maybe it’ll be enough of a shock to cool me down.

Instead, I get another type of shock. The kind I feel in my bones.

Leaning against the door that stands between me and the snowy weather is my opponent.

Unfortunately for him, he’s about to lose at his own game.

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FORD

I could ravish her.

Wide-eyed with pink-tinted cheeks, Taytum stops on the last step with those baby blues that suck me in with one look.

“Where’re you going?” I quip.

I shove my hands inside my pockets to lock them away because I don’t trust myself not to grab her waist, spin her around, and whisper more dirty things into her ear.

That is not part of the plan, and it’s vital that I stay on course.

“I’m leaving!” Taytum is on the edge of insanity, and I fucking love it.

I shake my head. “No, you’re not.”

She straightens her spine when she descends down the last step. I almost want to tell her to stay put because I can’t afford for her to get any closer to me, but instead, I remain in my casual stance with one shoulder leaning against the wall and my hands in my pockets. “You’re going to turn around, go back upstairs, and score.” A heavy sigh fills the tight space, and it seems like I’m frustrated with her, but I’m not. I’m frustrated with my semi-hard dick. “You’re supposed to take what you want,remember? And I’m supposed to be helping you score a few one-night stands and a potential date or two.”

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