Page 12 of Limbo

His viewing tour of my dorm room moves on to a photo on the nightstand of my siblings and me. He should easily place Cate as my sister, her face almost a replica of mine. Few similarities exist with Connor—hair color and cheekbones. The height, the jaw, the eyes—tall, square, and dark—those are from Graham’s side. All shared with our cousin, Trey.

“Call a ride,” I say, snagging the gloves from his hand.

“Phone’s dead.”

I toss him mine and leave him to it. I glance around for my clothes basket, eager to change the second my guest leaves. Not seeing it, I open the dresser drawer, but the full-length mirror in the corner distracts me. It angles enough to show Jordan behind me, focused on the screen, and in his own words, inspiration strikes.

Slowly, I peel my sweater off, and his head jerks up. With his full attention engaged, I wiggle my jeans down over my hips and step out of them. He watches as I unclasp my bra and make a show of sliding the straps down my arms until it falls to the floor. I take a deep breath and grab a tank top from the dresser, and then turn around while pulling it on. It gives him plenty of time to see what he’ll never get. When I look up, his wide eyes drop back to the screen. I’m confident my tits served their intended purpose when he shifts his stance and lowers the phone over his crotch.

“I’ll be right back.” I try not to laugh on my way past him and say, “Oh, and I really hope you enjoyed the show because I’mcertainyou won’t receive another one.”

Closing the door behind me, I leave him alone with his hard-on to contemplate his actions. It might not be the most mature form of payback but satisfying nonetheless.

The movie keeps both Jess and Cam distracted while I cross the suite without pants on. My clothes basket waits for me outside of Jess and Felicia’s door, and I put on a pair of shorts. On my way back to my room, I lean over the couch to see what they’re watching.

“Glad I chose to sleep in our room the night you get a sex life,” Cam says, her attention never leaving the TV.

“I hoped it would scare you off.”

She smiles over her shoulder.

Jess whips around and kneels on the cushions. “The first guy you ever bring here is Jordan Waters?”

“You know him?” I ask.

“I know of him, but a lot of girlsknowhim.” She pauses, biting her lip like there’s more. “Just don’t expect more than a one-night thing. He doesn’t stick around or call or anything.”

I called him from the first cocky grin. “Nothing is happening. He’s just waiting for a ride.”

Her eyebrow shoots up. “Nothing? I mean, come on, it’sJordan Waters.”

“Trust me,” I say.

I’ll send him on his way with no hard feelings and chalk the night up to a learning experience about why to never let a guy make me doubt myself. A lesson beat into my brain a few hundred times already, but hey, one time, it’s bound to stick.

“A damn shame.” She shakes her head. “And here I thought, I’d underestimated you, Henders.”

Oh, she severely underestimates me, but I prefer it that way. “Watch your movie, Ramos.”

She sticks her tongue out and flips around.

I return to my room to find Jordan sprawled out on my bed. “Cab will be here in ten.” He hands over my phone. “Someone texted.”

A picture of Connor, wearing my strapless red gown with gold trim, pops up in my messages.

Can’t sell this one. It makes my eyes pop.

I laugh and send,It’s all yours, gorgeous. Go to bed.

“Boyfriend?” Jordan asks.

I fish out the charging cable from between the bed and nightstand, my arm brushing his when I plug in my phone. “Little brother.”

He sits up, eyebrows drawn in and eyes focused. “Do you know anyone between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two on the West Coast?”

I tip my head to the side. “That’s an oddly specific question, but no, I can’t think of anyone.”

“What does your father do?”

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