Page 26 of Frat Row
Then, he takes hold of the back of my head and kisses me, mixing our cum together.
Tyler breaks the kiss, smacks my ass, and says, “Get in that shower; you’re fucking filthy now.” Giggling, I do as he says. We lather and wash each other with his manly-smelling soap, stealing kisses when we can.
After hopping out of the shower, I begin towel drying my hair and put on the loungewear and fuzzy socks I brought in my bag.
Tyler throws on some gray sweatpants and sprawls out on his bed with the TV remote in hand, aimlessly scrolling through channels. He stops on reruns of The Office, and I laugh, throwing myself on the bed. “I love this show; I could watch it over and over again.”
“Me too; it’s one of my favorite shows of all time,” Tyler says.
We mindlessly watch a few episodes, laughing before Tyler asks me if I’m hungry. My stomach growls in response.
“Let me feed you,” he says, kissing and biting my lip. He pulls back and says, “Come on.”
Following him downstairs to the house’s huge kitchen, Tyler tells me to take a seat at one of the barstools. He casually says hi to a few brothers cleaning up from their dinner and gets to work on making a chicken lettuce wrap for both of us. He cuts them both down the middle, puts them on plates, and hands me one.
“Oh my god,” I moan as I take a bite of my wrap.
“Best boyfriend ever, right?” Tyler says with a sly smile, lifting up his eyebrows at me with a mouth full of the chicken wrap.
“Two orgasms plus feeding me? Yep, I’d say so.” I can’t keep the smile off my face as I say it.
“Did I just find my way into Cassidy Matthew’s dark heart?” he says, dissolving into laughter.
I tap my chest. “You might have found it.”
“I must have because you didn’t object to me calling myself your boyfriend.”
“No, I guess I didn’t.”
“Let’s go to bed. Heads up, I really enjoy being the little spoon,” Tyler casually says and yawns.
“I actually need sleep to function, so if that’s code for something, just know you’ll get shut down.” I sneak a peek at his reaction.
“I’m told I can be very convincing,” he says in a hushed tone.
“Sleep only. I have class in the morning!”
Tyler chuckles. “Alright, alright.”
We head back to his room, holding hands and smiling like two people who only see each other.
Jumping into bed and peeling back the covers, I turn off the bedside lamp and place my phone on one of the chargers next to Tyler’s phone and my glasses.
Tyler notices it and curiously asks, “What’s up with the pink cherry blossoms?”
Scoffing, I state, “They symbolize renewal and new beginnings!”
Tyler kisses me on my forehead before pulling me into him.
“And new relationships,” he tells me.
The guy has the body temperature of a sauna, and I’m always cold, so I snuggle in close, firmly squeezing his arms.
I might be falling hard for this guy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Groggily, I open my eyes and reach for my glasses on the nightstand. My eyes snap open because I don’t immediately recognize where I’m at. But I feel Tyler behind me, snoring lightly, suddenly remembering I’m with him at the frat house. Instantly, my breathing slows down.
