Page 150 of The Casualty of Us
I watch as he dips his head and presses a kiss just above my waistband, drawing it out and making everything there pay attention. Mind immediately going to the thing we haven’t done yet and torturing myself right along with him for a couple of seconds before sighing grumpily. “Stop it.”
Ihateproblem number two.
“It’s been two weeks,” he groans. “Weeks, Ophelia—”
“And somehow you went an entire year—”
“That was before—”
I snort. “Before what?
“Before you let me get all addicted.” His eyes come up to mine, and he runs his teeth over my skin. “Just a little taste, baby, that’s all.”
Oh, fuck it. I’ll make him study for like three hours afterward.
It’s all I’ve been able to think about lately anyway. “Fi—”
“Goddammit!” Ollie’s shout suddenly fills the dorm. “My fucking eyes, guys!”
I can’t help but laugh as Hayes drops his head back down to my stomach with a truly tortured groan, flicking my eyes to where my brother is glaring at us from his now open door and shooting him an apologetic grin. “Sorry.”
“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes at me, but I can see the way he softens too, only half-heartedly grumbling something about thin walls under his breath while heading to the door.
“Where are you going?” I frown. “It’s Saturday.”
“I’m aware of the day.” He reaches down to grab his shoes before looking Hayes’s way nervously. “I have to go have lunch with fucking Kyler so he’ll finally shut up about it.”
Shit.
“Oh.” I swallow with the same nerves filling Ollie’s eyes as the body wrapped around mine goes perfectly still. “Well, good luck with that.”
“I want to go.”
My eyes snap to the head already lifting off my stomach, and I frown as he pulls my shirt back down. “Dimples.”
He brings his eyes up to mine with the same determination filling them that had him chasing me for months. It’s a wall that instantly clues me in that there will be no stopping this. Only mitigating it.
I still try, though. “Don’t you want to stay and—”
“I’m going, O.” He lifts up, pressing his lips to mine absentmindedly before standing and tossing out tightly, “I don’t trust the guy, but that doesn’t mean you have to be there.”
Ugh.
I dart my eyes to Ollie, hoping to find an ally there, but he just looks on with a bemused face. Not helping me out by, I don’t know, mentioning that Hayes’s distrust of Kyler is probably stemming from the fact that he’s more than a little possessive and instead just giving me a quick shrug while tying his shoes. Proving himself to be utterly useless.
“No, I’ll text Marley and see if she wants to join too.” I push up off the couch, snagging my phone while mumbling. “Let’s all go have lunch with freaking Kyler.”
Despite the fact it’s the last thing I want to do with my Saturday, hestilljust won’t take the hint. Asshole.
Hayes
I comeup behind O as we make it to the table, bringing my hand to the small of her back and steering her toward the seat next to mine. Knowing that she tenses because it’ll throw everyone else out of order and be very noticeable, but the thought of the blond fucker has me not really caring right now. I continue to move her exactly where I want and toss Ollie a look behind her back before pointedly jerking my chin to make sure he ends up on her other side. Happy that he at least immediately complies as O slides into the seat and I set the tray down.
Because there’s no way that bottle blond is sitting anywhere near her.
Marley gives me an amused look while taking a seat in Ophelia’s usual spot and sipping at the smoothie she ordered before sighing. “Oh, whatever shall I do by myself over here.”
“Don’t worry,” I scoff, reaching for O’s leg and already frustrated her leggings aren’t letting me feel any skin. “G.I. Ken will be here to keep you company soon.”
