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“I’ll see you guys later.”

I wave as we leave, reaching for Connor’s hand as he walks me across campus.

36

Summer

“So? What did you think?” Connor asks, his eyes searching my profile as we walk through the campus. The weather is still mild, though there’s a nip to the evenings that suggests the beginning of fall.

I look at him, smiling. “Your parents are incredible, Con.”

He lifts our joined hands and loops his arm over my head, resting it along my shoulders. Mine drapes over my chest, our fingers remaining interlaced near my shoulder.

“They’re pretty special. They like you a lot.” He smiles down at me with the same awe that’s always in his eyes when he looks at me, but something has shifted. The burning desire to run has completely dissipated, and instead, my stomach coils with something else as we approach my dorm. I don’t want him to leave. Not yet, anyway.

I linger when we arrive at my front door, reaching up to nuzzle my nose along his jaw. “So, boyfriend…”

He snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. “Girlfriend…”

I laugh. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Oh, I’m going to be unbearable.” He smirks. “I’m already considering changing my jersey to saySummer’s Boyfriend.”

“Stop.”

Connor grins and pulls out his phone. I watch as he goes into drafts, pulling up a post he has all ready to go. The photo is from last week, during the clean-up after the party. I’m on Connor’s back, pressing kisses along his neck. His lips are pulled into a bright smile, his head turned as he kisses my temple. The photo is so sickeningly sweet, and I can’t believe I was ever a part of something so… mushy. The longer I look at the photo, the more I realize what Alice was talking about. We’ve been acting like a couple for weeks. The only one I’ve been fooling is myself.

Connor is about to pressPostwhen I stop him to read the caption.

“Absolutely not,” I say, rolling my eyes and grabbing his phone. I delete the caption and start typing.

Connor cringes and takes his phone back, deleting the caption and retyping it again. He turns the phone to show me with a mischievous grin.

I laugh and pressPost.

Connor shoves his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, and then his lips are on mine. He kisses me hard, desperate, and I deepen it. He presses my back against our door but then pulls back reluctantly. “I wish I could come inside.”

I stretch, brushing my lips over his teasingly. “Why can’t you?”

“My parents are waiting…”

“You can’t even stay for a few minutes?” I moan against his lips.

He groans. “It’s never a few minutes with us. But I’ll come by tomorrow with breakfast. My parents are leaving early tomorrow morning.”

I bite his lip. “But I’d make it worth it…”

“I know you would.” Connor groans again. “Fuck.”

I drag my nails down his chest, nipping and kissing along his jaw.

“Maybe just a few minutes…” Connor leans into my nails and moans low when I cup his cock through his jeans, squeezing gently.

He curses and grabs my hand, yanking me into my dorm and straight to my bedroom. “We have to be quick.”

The second my bedroom door closes, he’s on me. His lips against mine, his hands fucking everywhere as he pushes and tugs at my clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as he can. I pull his shirt over his head, only breaking the kiss long enough to get rid of the barriers between us. I yank his jeans open and shove them down. He kicks them the rest of the way off, and we fall onto the bed. Connor takes the brunt of the fall, and I shift to straddle him. I sit up and look down at him, sliding my wet pussy against his cock. My clit throbs as I grind it against his rigid length, and I moan.

Connor’s eyes are dark, his massive hands gliding up my thighs as he lifts beneath me, sliding his cock through my slick folds. “Please, Summer?” he moans, nearly writhing beneath me.

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