Page 116 of Revolve
“He uses ice sometimes.”
Scarlett chokes on her croissant. “I said acrumb, and you gave me the entire loaf. Wow, now I’m going to be thinking about that every time you and Dylan are together.”
“Thinking about what when we’re together?” We both turn to find Dylan. Everyone on the first floor leaves their door open during midterms, probably for moral support. Dylan comes to me, whispers,“Hi, baby,” and I start blushing. I’m falling for him, and I don’t question whether he’ll catch me.
He’s in a navy suit and tie, his hair long and wavy. I don’t even notice when he steals bacon off my plate and kisses me while I’m still chewing.
“Ice,” Scarlett says. I glare at her, but she laughs, and so does Dylan. “I’ll be in my room, so you two feel free to do whatever. There’s an ice machine down the hall.”
I groan. “My best friend is for sale. You want her?”
“Nah, I’ve got too many.” Dylan follows me to my room. “I just came by to check if you need a ride.”
Today is Dylan’s second game. Coach got the dean to agree that the penalty was uncalled-for and that the ejection shouldn’t factor into his reinstatement. He’d never say it, but he’s exhausted. And although he knows he should give something up, he won’t do it. And I’m too selfish to ask him to.
“Summer’s picking me up. But is this a perk of being your girlfriend? Unlimited rides?”
“You can ride me anytime you want, Romanova.” He looks at me like his eyes are holding the image of my naked body behind them.
I shake my head as I rummage through my closet for something decent to wear to the game. I look in the mirror, trying to decide on bottoms. Dylan comes up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist.
“You’re making it hard for me to want to leave. You’re trouble.”
I chuckle. “But you like that about me.”
“I do,” he says. “I love that about you.”
If I weren’t tangled in his embrace, my knees would buckle. How do you think that you’re worthy of someone’s love if you can’t even love yourself?
“Don’t wear that,” he says, cutting through my thoughts.
He sighs and rests his head on my shoulder. I smile at him in the mirror. “Why not?”
“Because I’m trying to stay focused while I play, and won’t be if I know this”—he pulls the miniskirt from my hands—“is what you’re wearing.”
“What about this?” I show him a pair of yoga pants.
“Are you trying to kill me, woman?”
I push him away. He plops on the bed and hooks his hands behind his head as he watches me change.
I spin to show him my jeans. “I’m wearing these, take it or leave it.”
“Taking it. Always taking it,” he says. “But spin around. I don’t know if that’s the right wash for you.”
“Yeah?” I twirl, slowing down as he whistles.
“Come a little closer so I can inspect in detail.”
“You’re going to be late for your game.” I saunter over to him anyway. He looks way too hot in his suit for me to ignore him.
He pulls me on top of him, grabbing a handful of my ass. “It’s for good luck.”
“Good luck ass grab?”
He hums and flips us over so I’m under him. “Good luck kiss too.”
“Oh!” I pull away from him to reach into my desk drawer. “Can you put this on me?”
