Page 60 of You Were Never Not Mine

The walk to her dorm building goes by swiftly and she’s glancing over her shoulder to study me as we head up the walkway that leads to the double door entrance of her dorm, her brows lowering. “Are you shivering?”

“It’s fucking cold out here,” I state the obvious.

“Do you want your hoodie back?” Her tone is reluctant and her movements slow as she starts to take it off. I practically lunge toward her, stopping her by pressing my hands on her arms and keeping them at her sides.

“No. Keep it.” I like how she looks in it. Like she belongs to me.

I drop my hands and take a step back, scratching the back of my head. Uncomfortable with my thoughts because come the fuck on. Where did that come from?

“How about you come up to my dorm room and I can give it to you then.”

I send her a questioning look. “I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore. That I’m depraved.”

“I don’t,” she says bluntly. “And it’s what we do together that’s depraved, though I do believe you’re the root cause.”

“Gee thanks.”

“But I can return the hoodie to you so you can wear it on your walk back,” she offers.

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t. Come on.” The little sinner actually has the audacity to grab my hand and drag me toward the doors,somehow digging into her purse at the same time, pulling out her key card and waving it in front of the lock pad so the doors swing open for us.

“Am I even allowed to enter this den of virginity?” I drawl as she practically drags me inside.

“It’s Saturday night,” she says as if that’s the proper answer. “And I’m probably the only virgin in this entire building.”

Doubtful but if she needs to keep telling herself that, then so be it.

She leads me over to the elevators and the doors slide open as if they were waiting for our arrival. The interior is dingy and old, the fluorescent lights flickering as we take the short ride to the third floor and when the elevator stops and the doors slide open, I practically jump out of there. I might take the stairs when I leave because that elevator has definitely seen better days.

“My room is this way.” She flashes me a beguiling smile and leads me down the hall. The stench of burnt microwave popcorn fills the air and I can hear someone strumming a guitar—badly—while attempting to sing. Also badly. It’s been a long time since I was a first-year student at Thornhill, but I never stayed in the dorms like this. I had my own private apartment that I shared with Cyrus and we had every amenity you could think of. We didn’t have to deal with the riffraff.

Guess I’m spoiled.

“Okay, here it is.” She comes to a stop in front of a door that’s covered in what looks like a bunch of motivational quotes. The one right above Sinclair’s head says, “Strive to be the best version of you,” and I almost want to laugh. All I can envision is Sin spread across my bed, my face smashed against her pussy while I fingerfuck her. Is that her best version?

Christ, I’m sick in the head.

“Thank you for walking me.” She opens the door and thenwedges herself in between it, trying to take off the hoodie, but it’s not working. “Come inside for a few.”

“I don’t think so…”

“I can’t hold the door open and try and take off this hoodie—the door is too heavy. And don’t worry, Elise isn’t inside. She’s back at the frat house with Rafe.” She fully enters the room, holding the door open for me, and what am I supposed to do? Tell her to fuck off and leave?

Instead like the gentleman I am, I slowly enter her dorm room, turning to see the door slam shut with a hollow clang that rattles me straight to my bones. Reminding me that I’m in a room with her and it’s just the two of us.

Alone.

“Okay. Give me just a minute.” I watch her wander over to the tiny closet and tug open the door, pulling her own hoodie off a hanger and tossing it on her nearby bed before she reaches for the hem of the sweatshirt she’s wearing and yanks it off. She tosses it on the bed as well and whips the dress off without warning, leaving her standing in front of me naked save for the shoes. Without a care in the world.

I snap my mouth shut, unaware it was hanging open but fuck, who could blame me. She’s got the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. Soft skin I haven’t even begun to explore thoroughly. Things always seem to happen fast between us. One minute we’re snapping at each other, the next thing we know, I’m shoving my dick in her mouth.

Guess we just get carried away.

Seconds later, she’s wearing her hoodie and she’s kicked off the gold stilettos. She finds a pair of blue and white cotton boxer shorts in her top dresser drawer and steps into them, covering herself up completely and I wonder if she planned that little strip show just for me.

“There we go. Oh my God, those shoes were the worst. Okay.” She grabs my hoodie and turns to face me, pushing thewad of fabric into my chest and not giving me a choice but to take it. “Thank you again.”

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