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“Nothing.”
Let him figure out how a girl who texts her ex late at night handles being ignored.
“That reminds me, do you have plans for the fourth?”
“None.”
“Why don’t you and the Frattic girls come to the party at Tom’s parents’ property?”
“Are you sure Tom won’t mind?”
“Please, you’ll be his new best friend if you bring a bunch of sorority girls to the party.”
I laughed, relaxing against him. “Okay. We still have some fireworks left.”
“Perfect. And you need to come up with a costume.”
“What?”
Connor’s hand slid to my ass. “Something Americana or Independence themed. Last year, we all dressed as musicians. I was Springsteen.”
I chuckled, running my fingers along the ridges of his abs. “What’s your costume this year?”
“That’s a secret. You’ll have to wait and see.” His voice came out rough as he slipped a hand under my panties and palmed my ass. “I missed you today.”
The quiet comfort between us sent warmth through my chest.
Is this what love feels like?
“I missed you too.” Because of BAE meetings, I had to call off the only shift at the Wel I had with Connor, so for the past week, we’d only seen each other after midnight. I dragged my nails along the band of his boxer briefs. “The cops seriously need to catch this guy before the semester starts, or I’m going to spend the rest of the summer doing risk prevention workshops.”
Connor squeezed my ass as he cleared his throat. “I overheard the sheriff say they have a couple of leads, so it shouldn’t be too long now.”
I threw my leg over his thighs, brushing against his hardening length. The way his body reacted to me was a confidence boost like no other. I’d always felt cute and pretty, but Connor gave me the space to tap into my sexy side.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, and his lips tilted up in a smile. “I like having you here.”
I kissed him, but pulled away before he could deepen it. “I like being here. Your bed is much bigger than mine.”
Connor’s chest rumbled with a laugh. “You don’t like cramming into a full with me?”
“Well . . .” I placed a hand on his chest. “It has been hot this summer.”
We shared a smile as we leaned in for a kiss. What started out as sweet and lighthearted deepened into something more, something all-consuming. Every stroke of his tongue, caress of his hand, stoked the fire between us until there were no thoughts in my head but him.
Groaning, Connor pulled me on top of him. As soon as my hands landed on his chest for balance, he grimaced, and I scrambled off his legs.
“Wait, come back,” he complained, reaching for me.
“No way. You’re hurt.”
“I’m just sore,” he whined, making grabby hands.
Laughing, I gently lowered next to him. “Let’s sleep off the accident, then we can talk.”
“Fine,” he huffed, tugging the edge of my shirt to bring me closer. “Expect an early wake-up call then.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
