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Julien’s gray eyes twinkled. “I know. Too corny.”

I leaned over and kissed him. “Not corny if it’s the truth.”

The hot look of promise he sent me made my breath catch and my cock perk up.

“Heads up, slowpokes!” Jayson yelled and spiraled the football at us.

I let go of Julien’s hand and leapfrogged over him to catch it, only to be tackled to the surf seconds later.

“It’s touch football, not tackle,” I said as Julien rolled off my back to his feet, wet sand and bits of crushed shells stuck to his legs and arms.

He smacked my ass, and I glared up at him.

“Touch.” Winking at me, he took off with the ball tucked under his arm.

Game on.

CHAPTER 8

SexyBoyfriend: A little soft porn to start your day. Miss you. Love you. If I get a chance to slip away, I’ll try to meet up with you after your Lit Comp class. Now go rock the first day of classes.

The text was waiting for me when I came back into my room after leaving the communal showers. Each floor in the dormitory had one allocated to them. Ten shower stalls, five toilets. I made sure to wear my flip-flops and keep them on the entire time. I didn’t care how clean things looked.

It was weird showering in a room with other guys. At least the showers were proper stalls, enclosed and with curtains. At school in Highland, I’d avoided the PE locker room showers because of Marshall, and after swim meets, I would do a quick rinse while wearing my swim jammers.

Speaking of showers, Julien had attached a picture of himself to the text message. Water droplets clung to his skin, and a towel wrapped low around his waist. Sexy. Wet.Damn. I’d be stroking myself to that image for weeks to come.

Me: You look hot as fuck, baby. Love you. Have a good day. If you can’t get away, I’ll see you in the stands with my poms-poms waving

A quick check of the time told me he would already be in his first class, so wouldn’t get my reply until later.

Just as I downloaded the picture to my phone’s SD card, Ash popped up beside me, making me jump.

“Holy shit! Your man is H-O-T.”

One thing I was learning about Ash, the guy had no personal boundaries, which meant he bulldozed into everyone else’s.

I tossed my phone into the open canvas messenger bag I had set on my bed.

“Are you sure you’re not gay?”

Dressed only in a pair of black shorts, Ash dug into the suitcase he hadn’t gotten around to unpacking. He pulled out a wrinkled shirt, did a sniff test, then put it on.

“I can think a guy is attractive without wanting to sleep with him. I grew up playing with both dolls and Hot Wheels. I sometimes wear nail polish. Doesn’t make me less of a‘man.’” His fingers curled into sarcastic air quotes. “Old mindsets and assholes who love slapping labels to bullshit stereotypes need to get over themselves. People are who they are. Fuck labels. I define who I am. Not them.”

Fair point.

His grin turned Cheshire when I commented, “You’re kind of scary.”

But Ash was also seriously cool. I loved how he seemed to live his life on his own terms. I’d definitely lucked out with getting him as a dormmate. Everyone heard of the horror stories of being stuck with a college roommate from hell. I moved into the dorm expecting the worst.

Huh. Maybe it wasn’t luck. Or maybe my luck’s name was Fallon Montgomery.

Ash grabbed his backpack and waited for me at the door. Seeing as I had gotten dressed in the showers before coming back to the room, I only had to put on my socks and tennis shoes. Our first class wasn’t until nine—mine was biology and his was intro to scientific programming—which gave us a half hour to grab something quick to eat for breakfast.

“Are we waiting for David?”

Tying my laces with a double knot, I asked, “Not that I know of. Why?”

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