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My lips tug into a smile at the thought of spending that much time with Robbie.

That would also mean hiding us, our relationship, for the entire school year, and that part makes me want to cry.

A wall of warmth crashes over me as he approaches from behind.

His heavy hands settle on my waist and his lips drop to my ear. I shiver at the contact.

“As sexy and fuckable as I think you look in those ridiculous skirts of yours, they’ve gotta go.”

With one quick move, he unbuttons the fastener and the garment drops to the floor, leaving me standing here in nothing but my shirt and panties.

“Robbie!”

He smacks my bottom hard enough that I know it’ll hurt to sit for the next several hours and then he falls back on my mattress with a bounce.

“What? I brought the bike. You can’t wear a skirt on the bike.”

“The bike?” The words come out as a squeak and I clap my hands together. “I’m so excited!”

“Me too. I can’t wait to feel your legs wrapped around me. Now pull on those skintight jeans again and grab a jacket.” He taps on the watch adorning his wrist. “Clock is a tickin’.”

I race around the small room, pulling my jeans from the drawer and sliding them on. “You know, we’d have had plenty of time to get where we’re going had you not requested I be naked when you got here.”

“I’m sorry, are you actually complaining about orgasms right now? Because I can always just stop giving you them if they’re that much of an inconvenience for you.”

“No!” I shout too quickly. I shove my feet into my sneakers and stand, bumping my head on the rack lining the small space. “Ow!Cats.”

“Just say fuck, Monty,” he teases.

“No.” I emerge from the closet wearing the jacket he requested, then pull my hair to the side and twist it into a quick braid. “And no taking my happy endings away either. I like those.”

He pushes off the bed and comes to a stop in front of me. He tucks a stray hair behind my ear and says, “I know you do. I think your neighbors might too.”

I gasp at the suggestion because Iwasquite loud during that last one.

“They do not! Let’s go before I change my mind about dating you.”

He laughs and rolls his eyes as I stalk away.

I can feel him at my heels, trailing closely behind me as I lead us down the short hall and to the front door. I grab my purse and pull out my keys, yanking him from the apartment because he’s suddenly the one dragging his feet.

He stands dangerously close behind me as I stick the key into the door to lock it, so close I can feel his breath on my neck.

I hate that it gives me shivers.

“You’re always threatening me, and it’s so fucking hot,” he whispers.

Then he promptly drags his tongue across my neck.

“Robbie!” I yell, slapping at him.

He just laughs, and I fall for him a little more.

* * *

“These might bethebesttacos I have ever had in my entire life.”

“Right? I knew you’d like them. I found this place on accident one night when I was out for a ride and I’ve been stalking their social media pages since. That’s how you know where they’ll be.”

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