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“What?”

He forces his eyes to mine. “I just love seeing you in my clothes.” He crosses the room in a flash, and before I’m even fully aware of what’s happening, his warm palms are skating up my sides under my borrowed shirt.

I gasp at the way his slightly calloused hands feel against my bare skin. I wasn’t quite expecting this reaction. Pulling one of his hands out, he tugs on the collar of my shirt and kisses my collarbone, elicitinga full-body shiver as goosebumps explode across my skin. He lets out a little hum.

I’m really not sure what to make of… all this. I think I expected West to act differently. But like always, he’s blowing the preconceived ideas I had of him out of the water. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmurs. “On purpose this time.”

“You’re okay with me attaching myself to you like a koala?”

“Fuck yes.” His lips coast over my collarbone again before he moves up, brushing them over my pulse and sucking lightly on the skin there.

I’m not sure what to make of that, truthfully. “I figured you’d be freaking out. I’m having a hard time adjusting.”

West pulls away so quickly that I worry I’ve said the wrong thing, but then he’s beaming at me. “Nah, the freak out came for me when I woke up and you were snuggled against me with your dick pressing against my hip.”

Oh. I can already tell I’m blushing, and that’s almost worse than being embarrassed by something I can’t control. West laughs. “It wasn’t reallythat. It was the fact that I couldn’t even blame my own erection on morning wood the way you could. I was wide awake. Plus, it was the feel of you against me that did it. I was trying to escape so you wouldn’t wake up and notice. And then while I was watching you sleep, I had an epiphany.”

My heart’s pounding so loudly I almost can’t hear anything else. “Well, are you going to share the epiphany with the class?”

West kisses me, holding my face in his hands and pulling me close to him. When he finally stops, I’m half out of my mind. “Yeah. I realized I was attracted to you. Really fucking attracted to you.” He stops talking and shrugs. “I don’t know. I was hoping you felt the same way. I knew you thought I was hot, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

It was truly becoming impossible to hide my crush on him, so I guess it’s a win-win, but… “You’re sure you aren’t going to freak out?”

He smiles at me. “Yeah, I’m positive. Hell, Darcy, I pinned my own teammate against the wall in your defense, and then basically dry humped you in the hall with hundreds of people around. I think I’m good.”

Chapter 15

Weston

I’m not sure how to convince Darcy that I’m in this and that I want him. I know what it means. I know the risks involved. I know that people will give me shit. Well, probably, anyway, but I don’t care. Maybe that sounds bad, but I justdon’t.

Iwanthim.

And as long as he wants me too, I’ll listen to shitty comments from anyone. They can’t hurt me. Not when I know Darcy is worth taking any hateful shit they might throw at me. Besides, I was never mad about what Marcus was saying aboutme. I was only ever mad over what he was saying aboutDarcy.

He’s staring at me like he doesn’t quite believe I’m real. And he still hasn’t said anything. “So, areyougoing to freak out?”

He laughs, bright and happy. “No. I’m not going to freak out.” Our conversation is interrupted by a knock on the door. “That’ll be our cookies. I’ll go grab them.”

“I can,” I offer. He shakes his head, giving me a look. I’m confused for a second until he drops his eyes, bringing to my attention that I’m still in just my towel. “You can definitely grab them,” I amend, already heading to my dresser to pull some clothes out.

Darcy’s laughter echoes as he leaves my bedroom. I can’t help but smile as I listen to him get our cookies from the delivery person. If it’s the guy it usually is, he’s probably tired of seeing us by now. Cookies have become our study session food. They’re pretty damn good, and I’m glad I’ve fully converted Darcy to the dark side. We don’t even order plain chocolate chip anymore.

A few seconds later, the door shuts and Darcy’s back in the bedroom, box of cookies in his hand. He stops short and it takes me a second to realize it’s because I’ve dropped my towel, but haven’t gotten dressed yet.

He makes a strange little squeaky type noise and I almost laugh. “Why do I keep walking into rooms to find you naked?”

I smirk. “At least this time I’mactuallynaked.”

“At least,” he murmurs, cheeks flushing red.

“Yeah. Last time, I wasn’t actually naked.”

Darcy rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t turn around like last time, and his gaze burning into me is like a shot of pure adrenaline. “Oh my god. Get dressed before I do something stupid.”

I’m not at all shy about my body and the way Darcy is staring at me makes me feel like a fucking God, so I step toward him. Close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His sharp intake of breath has me fighting a smile. “What do you mean before you dosomething stupid?”

“What?” he asks, blinking at me like he’s confused.

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