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Ella froze. “I… What?” Her blue eyes were wide, like the question had shocked her, the lingering embarrassment from my statement fading away. “Like a date? No.”

I winced, pointing at the Castleton Commons, our biggest dining hall on campus. “Not a date. But maybe we could talk about upcoming events, and maybe plan a few of our own? Because if I’m gonna win this, I need to be prepared.”

“Oh.” The worry fled out of her, and she nodded. “I guess that makes sense.” Ella worried her lip in between her teeth.

“So… Yes?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I can do that. Let me just tell Ro—” She glanced around the field, before seeming to spot whoever she was looking for. “Be right back.”

Ella ran over to another blonde, and I realized quickly the resemblance between them. Her twin sister. They stood at the same height, and shared the same shade of blonde hair—even if her sister wore hers down, with bangs across her forehead—but even from the back, I knew exactly which one of them was mine.

Not yours,my brain reminded me. Sure, we’d slept together once. And we were partnered together for now. But that didn’t mean she was mine. She’d made it obvious that it wouldn’t happen again.

Did she regret it?I swallowed roughly.

There was no mistaking the way she was affected by me—or the way I was affected by her. She was, simply put, stuck in my head. When I closed my eyes, she was all I saw. It had never been like this for me before. I’d never wanted to chase after a girl. But with Ella…

She jogged back over, waving goodbye to the sorority sisters who were taking their leave now that our event was over.

“You’re not going to introduce us?” I murmured into her ear, watching her sister and the gaggle of pink head out.

“Oh. I didn’t…” Ella shook her head. “Next time.”

I grinned. “Okay.” I liked that there was a next time. Even if it was forced upon us, it felt like a promise.

The brothers were in charge of cleanup—that was the only way the University had agreed to allow us to host the event on the quad—but I’d thankfully delegated that responsibility. Ifthey helped set up, or go get the pumpkins from the patch who’d sold us their sad, slightly soft pumpkins, they didn’t have to clean up.

It seemed only fair that way. Plus, we just had to pick up the larger pieces and the vines—the rest would help fertilize the grass.

“Ready?” She said, giving me a conniving grin.

“After you, Princess.”

CHAPTER 11

Ella

You let me give you another orgasm.

There’d been no mistaking the promise in his voice as he’d said the words, the pure lust dripping out of them. And if our night together had been any sign, he got off on giving, and I knew it was just as much forhimas it was for me.

The worst part was I wanted it, too. There was no mistaking the way his words affected me, how his proximity made my body light up. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be putty in his hands. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t lose myself to pretty words and empty promises.

That was all he could give me, I tried to remind myself as I walked in front of him, all-too aware of his presence behind me.

Don’t think for one second that there’s anyone I want but you.Those words made me shiver. He wanted me, yes, but… was that enough?

We’d all worn our letters—ourPRScrewnecks—today, though the November chill made me wish I had something more than the long-sleeved shirt I’d worn underneath. Luckily, the only casualty from today was the little of pumpkin splatter that had ended up on my Adidas sneakers, though at least it would wipe off.

The smell of food kept me going, and I didn’t stop till I’d reached the door, though Cameron slid in before I could grab the handle and opened it for me.

Ever my Prince Charming,I thought with a smirk. This man was too chivalrous for his own good. How often did he use the same tricks to get girls into bed with him? The thought soured in my mouth, and my face fell.

“Ella?” He asked, only now realizing he’d been talking to me. “What do you want to eat?”

I shook the thoughts from my head. There was no need to think about who he was sleeping with, because I didn’t want to know. “I’ll probably just get pasta.” I could get a salad, but the idea of a tasty bowl of fettuccine Alfredo was too much to pass up. Especially when the pasta station was one that rotated.

Cameron nodded, picking up a tray after he adjusted the neck of his collared jacket. He looked good—maybetoogood, but ever the part of the fraternity president. His letters were adorned over his chest, the small logo embroidered on.

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