Page 79 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

“It is when I want to make you wait. And when I have plans.” He pulls away from me, his eyes pained at the thought of walking away without a kiss.

“Right. Your sister. That girl in the hallway.”

My cheeks redden, and it’s not only because Dean just had me pressed against the door with his obviously hard cock rubbing up on me.

He chuckles at my embarrassment. “If it makes you feel any better, she’s aware you thought we were dating and not only will she make fun of me for it, she’ll hit me with about ten thousand questions on why you’d react the way you did.”

“And what will you tell her?”

“That you kissed me, and now you want to kiss me again and turn it into a whole thing like sex and whatnot.” He waves his hand about.

“I never saidanythingabout sex! Andyoukissedme!”

“I plead temporary insanity.”

“And this?” I point between us. “Just now?”

“You’re a witch. You used magic on me. A seduction spell.”

“They’ll stone me to death.”

“Then it was nice knowing you.”

I snort. “Glad to know you still hate me.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you still hate me?”

I…don’t know.

The Dean who’s my roommate seems different than the Dean who steals my pie. Different than the one who blasts loud, awful music. He even infuriates me on a different level now—sexually.

He’s still plenty obnoxious in his own right, but I’m beginning to believe I might have misjudged him before.

And it’s not just because his kisses make me feel like I’m on fire in all the best ways.

It’s deeper than that.

“I’m not sure. Do you still hate me?”

One side of his lips curves up, and he looks to the floor, rubbing at the back of his head. “I don’t think I ever did.”

My heart flutters.

Wait—nope.

That’s the damn door again.

“Dude! Deanie Weenie! Did you get lost in there?” His sister bangs on the door. “Are we still doing dinner? I’m starving and have been craving The Gravy Train.”

“Deanie Weenie?” I lift a brow his way.

Face pale, he gulps. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

“Oh, no. I want details.”

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