Page 99 of The Fake Date Agreement

Reid fidgets. “She’s not going to want to sleep with us all.”

“We can’t talk about that with her,” Caleb agrees. “She’ll think it’s what we want or expect, and it’ll scare her off.”

“I know that,” I add.

But we all look at each other, and I cannot be the only one thinking, what if?

We’ve never shared a woman because we’ve never liked the same girl before. But what would it be like to have Tobie in the middle of us, to share her?

Together.

“I have to go.” Caleb gets up and grabs his bag.

“Yeah.” I put my beer down and push myself to my feet. “Me too.”

None of us look each other in the eye as Caleb heads for his room, and I head for mine.

The first place I go after I dump my bag on my bed is the bathroom to a freezing cold shower to do something about my painful erection.

Thirty minutes later, I’m slipping into bed fully aware that all my dreams tonight are going to revolve around a certain woman and an event that will never happen.

When a knock sounds at my door, I glare at it. “I’m not partying tonight!”

Not all the guys on my floor recognize that my nickname might be Casanova, but it was a name I cultivated more to keep people at a distance than to keep them close.

Casanova doesn’t settle down. He fucks who he wants. It’s always casual, never permanent, and he moves on to the next girl with a smile, treating her right, but that’s it.

No more.

At least until Tobie entered the picture.

When I’m in my room or with Reid and Caleb, I’m not Casanova, the guy with the sexy accent women love. I’m just Javier or Jay.

The knock sounds again, louder this time. Whoever it is isn’t going away.

Forgoing a shirt since it’s probably one of my teammates trying to convince me to go to a party, I unlock my door, swingit open, and lean way the fuck back when Daniela stands on her tiptoes to kiss me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask my ex-girlfriend.

She beams at me, brown eyes hooking mine. “You haven’t been returning my calls or texts.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay to show up at my dorm at nearly eleven o’clock.” I grasp her arms and nudge her back when she leans in again. “Stop trying to kiss me.”

A door snicks open, and Killian, another teammate, sticks his head out, flicking his gaze between Daniela and me. His blue eyes linger on Daniela, who dressed up for this visit in a short red dress and heels, her long brown hair in loose curls.

“All good, Casanova?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Great.” My smile is all teeth, but he nods and disappears into his room.

Since I’m not having Daniela in my room, and I don’t need her unwanted appearance getting back to Tobie, I grab my keys and grasp her arm, stepping out into the hallway. “You’re going.Now.”

“But I came all this way to see you.”

“Why?” I don’t slow my pace as I lead her down the hallway, ignoring the creak behind me as one of my nosy roommates sticks his head out to investigate our raised voices.

I shove open the staircase doors and lead Daniela down them.

“Because I missed you,” Daniela says.

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