Page 70 of Rules of the Game

I huffed out a laugh. “I’m glad one of us did.”

“Oh, come on. It was definitely happening.” She pushed my shoulder and grinned. “I cannot freaking wait to own them on Thursday.”

I checked my phone when I got back to my locker.

Lucas: I swear time’s moving in slow motion, babe. I can’t wait to see you tonight. Make sure you’re hungry.

A slow smile curled my lips, and I typed out a quick reply.

Me: Can’t wait.

He was taking this wooing thing seriously, and it sent a thrill of tingles down my chest into my lower belly. Next, I pulled up the Grief Anonymous app and typed out another message.

Me: I moved back into the dorm today. Oh and I need to talk about Lucas.

There still wasn’t a reply when I checked my phone after showering and getting dressed. I’d sent Anon13 four unanswered messages in a row. This wasn’t like him. I swallowed back the panic. There was no other way for me to get a hold of him, but he’d better have a good excuse for going MIA.

* * *

I used my key card to open my dorm room and was immediately encompassed by a cheerful, green-haired demon. I squeezed her back. “Hi there.”

She let go of me and did an adorable little jump. “I cannot believe we’re back.”

“I missed you too.”

She beamed at me before grabbing her coat. “Okay, I seriously want to catch up, but…I have a date with Cane!”

“The guy from the party?” I smirked.

“Yup!” She popped thepand kissed my cheek before bounding out of the room. “Don’t wait up.”

She shut the door behind her, and I groaned, looking at my bed. I’d only had enough time to drop my stuff off this morning, leaving me the task of unpacking everything now. Screw it. I pushed my stuff onto the floor and collapsed backward onto the mattress.

Today felt like a crazy whirlwind. Between Lucas’s promise to woo me, the dorm opening, and making it onto the starting line, my head spun. I rubbed my face as the sense of this being too good to be true started to invade my thoughts. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that feelings come and go, but they aren’t who we are. Not every worry was worth holding on to.

A soft knock sounded on my door, and I pulled myself up, opening it to a smiling Lucas. He leaned against the frame as his eyes trailed over me and caught on the hem of my dress. “Have I told you the absolute chokehold these dresses have on me? I’m pretty sure my self-restraint from not pinning you to every surface has taken years off my life.”

I laughed, stepping back to let him in. “I’m not sure that wasn’t the goal, if I’m being honest. Not gonna lie. I’m not mad about it.”

“You’re evil, woman,” he said in a low growl, and I instinctually took a step back. He prowled toward me until the back of my knees hit my bed before kissing my temple. “I missed you.”

“You just saw me.”

“You seem to think that matters.” He stepped to the side, setting his backpack on the bed, and proceeded to remove containers one after the other. “I have a lot of catching up to do.”

I collapsed on the bed as the sweet smell of curry filled my nose, and I hummed in the back of my throat.

He looked at me with hooded eyes. “Babe, if you keep making noises like that, we aren’t going to be able to eat.”

My mouth snapped closed, and a blush crawled up my neck as I remembered just how it felt to be touched by him. I could only hope that orgasms were included in his plan to “woo” me.

“Fuck, you’re pretty when you blush.” He straightened, reaching out a hand to cup my jaw before guiding my mouth to his. The slide of his tongue met mine, and he groaned. “I have plans, Killer.”

I laughed and dropped back on my elbows, enjoying the way his eyes traveled over me splayed on the bed. “What sort of plans?”

“To feed you, then make you orgasm so hard you forget your own name.”

“Okay,” I breathed, heat flooding between my thighs and my panties grew wet.

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