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Not because I want to be sweet, but because I’m pretty sure it will be easier to get his hands behind his back so I can drag him to my car if he doesn’t see it coming.

Is it considered kidnapping if they’re over six feet and could probably beat the shit out of most people who tried to take them?

Abduction?

Hm. I think I prefer calling itpersuasion. It makes me sound a little less psycho than I know I’m acting.

Then again, I’m more than willing to take on whatever names Zander wants to call me as long as he’s yelling them into my sheets while I have my hand between his shoulder blades to pin him down.

Just the thought makes me groan as I park. It takes me a second to realize why my eyes are sweeping around. I’m not looking for him; I’m looking for that obnoxious red car again. Slitting that bitch’s tires was weirdly satisfying. I’m in the mood to paint my keys red next. Lucky for her, I don’t see it, so I make sure to park somewhere that Zander won’t notice my car and get out.

I slip into the dorm with no trouble, walking alongside a group of people going up to their room. One of them casts me a sideways glance, their brows flying up in shock. It’s not like they don’t recognize me—anyone who follows football knows who the fuck I am.

Maybe it’s the dangerous way I narrow my eyes, or maybe it’s the subtle shake of my head… but they don’t say shit as I slip up the stairs with them and trail to a familiar dorm room. Thankfully, they’re a floor above, so they have no idea where I’m headed.

Zandy, you forgot your key. Knock and I’ll let you in.

It’s written in bold on the door, and a slow smile creeps across my face. I thought I was going to have to wait in the hall for him to get home, but this is even better. I rap my knuckles against the door, and after a few seconds it opens and I’m met with a tousled, mousy looking man.

“Oh, uhm. You’re not Zandy.” He says it like he knows he’s in trouble, and I know the grin that crosses my face lets him know that he’s right.

“No. I’m not. But you’re still going to let me in.”

I don’t even have to push him. He just stares at me with wide eyes and a face that pales slightly as I shove the door open and make my way inside, settling on Zander’s bed.

“Uhm. I don’t know… if you’re supposed to be here.” The roommate looks at me nervously, his fingers twitching toward his phone. The last thing I need is him warning Zander, so I lean across and snatch it off the table.

“Don’t worry. I’m just waiting for Braithe to get here. We’ll be out of your hair soon.”

I flop back on the bed like I was invited, like I own the place, and I’m hit with a wave of familiar scent. It makes my stomach clench, my body twitch. Warm and just a little sweet.

Fuck.

How.

Whydoes he smell as good as he tastes?

I shake my head and cross my hands behind my head like I’m not turned on from the smell, lolling my head to the side and glancing at the man.

“Uhm. Okay. I…” He obviously doesn’t know what to do, because he starts fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. “I’m Luca. It’s…is itnice to meet you?”

I can’t help myself—I laugh.

“Sure it is, Luca.” My eyes flick to the door, and I’m surprised at how impatient I already am. “When does Braithe usually get back?”

* * *

Ten minutes later, the door swings open. Zander walks in with a grin on his face. “Luca, you have to stop telling everyone I lost my key. You might…” His words trail off as he notices me lying on his bed, and Luca lets out a little sound.

“I’m sorry! He just came in. I didn’t know what to do.”

I sit up, tossing Luca’s phone onto his bed, and arch a brow.

“Took you long enough, Dimples. I’ve been waiting forever.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I’m caught up in the way his fingers clench and unclench at his sides, the way he shifts uncomfortably, and I can see that he’s trying to force his body not to react to the sight of me.

I stand slowly from his bed and tilt my head, flicking blond hair out of my eyes with a smirk.

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