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“I should have known you’d be here,” he whispered, sitting down in the seat next to me.
He smelled good.
And God, he was a sight for sore eyes. His dimples, his soft hair, his fucking gorgeous lips as he gave me a little smile.
Crushes are fucking infuriating.
“How did you get here so fast?” I whispered.
“I was next door. History library.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Peachel, were youstudying?”
“Can you believe it?”
“I’m amazed.”
“I really want to do well in the Roman Empire class,” he whispered. “Maybe I just want you to be proud of me.”
My cock was responding to that, which was very awkward in a library setting.
I put my laptop away and nodded toward the door. “Come outside with me so we don’t have to whisper.”
“Only if you agree to go on a date with me.”
“Peach, fuckoff.”
“What if I say please?” he asked, giving me a look that fuckingwreckedme. “What if I beg? What if I promise to make it worth your while?”
“You’re not going to let me say no, are you?”
His eyes widened and he smiled. “Oh my God, you’re actually going to do it.”
I sighed, grabbing my stuff.
I headed out onto the quad. The air was chilly, and the crickets sang out in the night air.
Andrew followed after me. The reflected moonlight looked so good on his skin. He was as beautiful as a marble statue.
“Swear you’re about to skip, you’re so giddy looking,” I told him. “Wipe that smile off your face.”
“Kiss me and I might.”
I stopped on the walkway outside the library, putting my hand on the side of his face.
I leaned in and kissed him without thinking too long about it.
I am so fucking screwed, around you.
His kiss instantly brought my cock to fully hard. Just being around him was enough now to get me reacting that way, like I was the one who was a dutiful dog, happy just to be in his presence.
Happy.
When was the last time I described myself like that?
He kissed me deeply, then moved to pepper the side of my face with more tiny kisses.
“It’s a formal party. We have to dress nice,” he said.
