Page 5 of Undressed In The Crease

No one else is here. But why would he be talking to me?

“All my friends are busy, and I don’t like to eat alone.” He shrugs. “Plus, you owe me for not telling Jerrick you walked in on me in the locker room,” he added with a smirk, crossing his gorgeous arms across his chest.

When Nick Miller asks you to go get something to eat, you don’t say no. It’s a rule I have. Even if you are still stuffed from eating a whole plate of nachos for dinner, you still don’t say no.

“Uh sure,” I shrug and walk back to his car. “Did you really not say anything?”

“Yeah, I figured it was the least I could do, for making you stay late and clean up after me.” He smirks again and pushes his dark wavy hair from his eyes.

He’s gorgeous. The smoldering eyes and coiffed hair, kind of gorgeous. Another reason you don’t say no to him.

I hop in his car with my gym bag at my feet.

“Do you want to drop that off in your car?” He asks, pointing to my bag that is causing me to awkwardly sit with my legs squished up and my knees to my chest.

“Oh, I don’t have one. I walk here and back. It’s fine.” I squeeze my foot down next to it.

Nick reaches down between my legs, his arm brushes against my thigh, sending a heat wave right up the center before grabbing my bag and tossing it to the back.

“There that’s better. Diner ok?” He asks as if he didn’t just cause my entire body to be set on fire.

I nod, not being able to breathe let alone speak.

The diner is probably the only thing open serving decent food this late, and again you don’t say no to Nick Miller.

Even when he drives you home to your dorm room. Leans over to give you a kiss goodnight, and invites himself up to your room. You just don’t say no.

Or at least I didn’t.

Why would I?

It was one night. The last week of school before summer vacation.

It’s Nick Miller!

Gorgeous, sexy Nick Miller. The star goalie and star of every fantasy of every girl in this school. Including my own.

The conversation over a shared plate of cheese fries was good. We talked about our plans for the summer. We talked about seeing our families and friends from our hometown. We closed the diner with nonstop chatter.

And then when we got to my dorm, he leaned over to help get my bag from the back, but he didn’t stop leaning until his lips were on mine.

Then he insisted on carrying my very light gym bag up the stairs to my room.

Why? Because he’s a gentleman.

Yeah, that’s not why.

My roommate was out at that lame party everyone else was at and staying with her boyfriend for the night. I opened the door to an empty dorm room and we immediately started kissing again.

He is good. So good.

I lost every thought in his kiss. My mind completely cleared out and focused on him. Only him.

My knees went weak with the way his tongue sought passage. Light little teases at my lips until they opened up and he found mine.

It’s my one night of passion to brag about for the rest of my time at Drexton. Not like I have anyone to brag to besides my only friend Bridget and maybe my roommate. But they’re going to be so jealous.

He was gone right after.

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