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I see him on TV now. The news is covering their freshmen year in Wisconsin and acting like they’re the second and third coming of Christ but I don’t see what the big deal is. Everyone needs to stop treating them like Gods, Drew would HATE that. He is the most down to earth, nice guy and I know the attention must be killing him.

Not Drake—he probably loves is, LOL. But Drew.

I always liked him because he’s sensitive and seeing him on TV makes me want to…reach out and hug him, you know? I can tell he’s not happy, don’t ask me how I know. He’s never said ten sentences to me but I just…

…know.

Wish I was brave enough—and smart enough—to apply and get accepted to Madison but we all know I’m not getting anything above a 3.0 this semester.

Gonna go torture myself some more by looking at social media for tagged posts of the boys.

Hearts, T

CHAPTER45

DREW

HER EYES. HER HAIR. HER FRECKLES. HER VOICE.

I feela soft hand beneath the hem of my shirt, slowly moving up my stomach to my chest.

I stir, yawning.

It’s pitch black in Tess’s bedroom, and I can barely see a thing when my eyes crack open.

I can’t see a thing, but I can feel.

Gotta love those five senses heightened by darkness…

"What are you doing?" I croak, voice raspy from sleep.

I yawn again.

Tess inches closer, pressing up against me, hand over my pec, fingers going round and round my nipple.

"Well, first, I was thinking of doing this."

A kiss is pressed to the underside of my chin.

Her fingers dance along my skin, causing a shiver that I can't help.

"Is that so?"

I can feel her over me, capturing my lips in a lingering kiss.

"Mm-hmm. And then maybe a little of this."

Her fingers continue their exploration, tracing a tantalizing pattern along my collarbone.

“Remind me again why you wore a tee shirt to bed,” she whispers. "I can barely get my hand underneath with the weight of these stupid blankets.”

My chuckle is soft. "You know, this is how we got in trouble in the first place."

"True, which means there are no more consequences to our actions.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that. I have a feeling it’s going to be a shitstorm when I return to school.”

Tess groans. “Can we not talk about that in the middle of the night? It’s like, one o’clock.”

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