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Damn. When did her ass get so… thick. I wanted it. I wanted to bite it and revel in her moan as she said my name. Then I wanted to taste her again… Well, for the first time. I hadn’t actually tasted her before. That was only in my dreams.

I licked my lips, chasing a taste that was never there to begin with.

Dragging a hand down my face, I shook my head, trying to get the memory of her off my mind.

I needed to get out of here.

Checking my phone, I saw no messages from Matty or Britt. They were probably too busy having sex after the thought of me watching got them off. Well, wait a minute, did that happen, or was it just a dream?

I needed to message them either way since they were the only reason I was in this mess.

Jackson:Are you a witch, Britt? I’m starting to think you cast a spell on me after I so nicely offered myself up for a threesome.

Jackson:One I’m still up for, btw.

Chapter Seven

Thea

Reaching across the cold marble countertop, I grabbed one of my oranges. Thankfully, the only fruit Jackson liked to steal were my grapes, which I put down to an inferiority complex.

As I relaxed against the stool, I palmed the orange, taking it in with a smile. Yeah, I bet Jackson wished he had balls as big as this.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I jumped and narrowed my eyes on my phone. Who’s texting me so early?

Sliding the phone closer, I pressed the screen, making it light up as I peeled my orange.

Covey Connections: New Message

My body flushed, and I couldn’t deny there was a little excitement at the thought of someone messaging me on there. I’d only logged onto the college dating app a couple of times since I joined, always ending up bitterly disappointed no one seemed interested in talking to me.

Had my luck changed?

After pulling away a section of the orange peel, I unlocked my phone and opened the app.

1 Unread Message: Brandon Gold

The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d heard it. It was only after squinting at the tiny profile picture that I recognized his obnoxiously white and wide smile. It was the guy with the pizza from the other night. Washeasking me out? From the way he looked at me while I was sitting on the floor, I thought he hated me.

Instead of wondering what he said, I clicked open the message.

Brandon Gold:Hey, Thea. I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m that guy who lives above you. Me and my buddy Henry bumped into you when you were coming back from your furry party.

This might sound like a weird request, but I was hoping you could help Henry out. You probably heard us talking about his issues getting a date, and I was wondering if you’d be interested in being a good neighbor and helping him out.

Before you say anything, I am NOT asking you to actually go on a date with him. I’m merely asking if you’d be able to message him. Maybe tell him you thought he was cute and that you’d like to see him again. No need to follow through, just you know, build his confidence a little.

I frowned before rereading the message multiple times. There was so much wrong with it, I didn’t know where to begin. First thing, he thought I was furry, and that didn’t put Henry off?

I squared my shoulders, smiling as I eyed the empty kitchen. With no one around to high-five, I pulled out a segment of my orange and popped it into my mouth as a form of celebration. I couldn’t have looked too bad in my outfit, then.

Clicking through Brandon’s profile, I found Henry’s, immediately confronted with his dark hair and deep-blue eyes. So deep I’d think they were brown if I hadn’t seen them in person. Had I been so focused on the pizza that I’d ignored how good-looking he was? Flicking through more pictures, I found one where he was playing with a cute dog while on the ice.

My brows furrowed as I took in each picture. Why did he seem so familiar?

Jackson’s door creaked open, and I groaned at how we’d left things. Not only did he ogle my tits last night, but I had to wake him up because he was yelling in his sleep. The schedule was doing little to stop me from seeing him, which was frustrating.

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