Page 89 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

Something moves, and I jump, looking around.

I’m definitely not in my room. I rub at my eyes and see Sky getting out of bed. I groan and sit up. She looks at me and kisses my cheek before peeking outside her room. After listening for a moment, she claims my hand and slowly walks me downstairs after I grab my phone and steal one of her damn oversized shirts to wear.

I pull her tight and kiss her before leaving.

When I get home, I kick off my pants, pull off Sky’s shirt and tuck into bed. It’s not quite as comfortable, but I’ll definitely be able to sleep.

I get up when a pillow comes down on my face. Gasping, I sit up and look around. Peter arches his eyebrow. “Ready to spill yet?”

Groaning, I rub my face. “What time is it?”

“Fucking noon.” He motions to my alarm clock. “Okay, so I have this narrowed down. You always leave your car here, so she must come pick you up.”

“Sure,” I grunt, laying back down. “Let me sleep, dickwad.”

“Sure, bitch, after you tell me who you’re dating.” He sits on my bed. When I don’t answer, he thwaps me across my back. “Stop being a fucking asshole about it and tell me.”

“Not until it’s serious.” I grumble into my pillow. “Leave me alone.”

He hits me with my pillow, hits me again, then groans and finally walks out of my room. As if I wanted more time with him. I shake my head and force myself out of bed. Standing up, I stretch and take inventory of the damage from yesterday. My shoulders ache, my arms throb, but I only have two bad bruises to show from the fight. And that damn bite mark on my chest.

Sky’s a wicked little thing when she wants to be.

I look at my phone and see absolutely nothing there. No texts, no messages on social media, nothing. I rub my shoulders, get through another hot shower, trying to work out my muscles before grabbing some food downstairs, fully clothed.

My mom smiles at me. “Hi, honey.”

“Hi.” I kiss her cheek.

“Late night?”

“I should have just spent the night,” I grumble.

She laughs and rubs my arm. “As long as she treats you well.”

“She does. She can be prickly, but … she’s good. Keeps my ego down.”

“And your dick?” Peter bounces in. “Give me a hint at least. Or I’m just going to start asking around town and be a huge thorn in your side.”

“You should worry more about your own dating life.”

“Speaking of, I’m going to go offer an olive branch to Sky. I thought about what you said. I gotta apologize.”

My hackles raise. I don’t have a thing to say. Not about his choice. I rub my jaw. “Don’t expect her to suddenly flip a switch and love you.”

“Nah. Maybe if I get in good with her, I can go for her hotter best friend. Bonnie is fu- …” He glances at Mom and her swear jar. “Delicious. Plus, she’s more my speed, less weird.”

“Mm,” I say simply.

With that, he grabs the muffins on the table, puts them on a plate and walks out. My mom arches her eyebrow at me, and I give her the same look, waiting for her to give me an answer to whatever she’s thinking.

“You had a good win last night,” she says simply. “Maybe I’ll come to your next one.”

“You can’t yell at the person fighting me,” I remind. “You have to behave.”

“We’ll see.”

The next two weeks are easy, comparatively. Sky comes over to Kenny’s, and, of course, his wife, Dara, loves her. She has a good time but still isn’t open to PDA. My next match is another win, but Mom doesn’t show, which is good because with Sky and Bonnie there, both cheering for me, Sky getting pissy with the ref and taking pictures, I’m sure Mom would figure it out.

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