“He didn’t bring in much of a crowd.” She shrugs, the corner of her mouth twitching. “You were like, the star of the show.”
I knew it. The little vixen dunked me on purpose.
Should’ve seen it coming after the stunt she pulled at Sig Chi a few weeks ago.
Not that I’m complaining. That kiss was scorching hot, and I’m looking forward to a repeat performance.
“Anyway.” She clears her throat and is it my imagination or are her cheeks flushed?Probably just the cold. “I thought you might need a towel. Noah brought a few over from the house.”
She holds out a lump of gray terrycloth.
I climb to my feet and take the towel. Her fingers brush against mine and a jolt of electricity slides up my arm, warming my chest. “Should I consider this a peace offering?”
“I didn’t know we were at war.” Quinn lifts her chin defiantly. “Anyway, you should put some clothes on before you catch cold.”
“It’s scientifically impossible to catch a cold from just being outside,” I say, making no move to follow her advice. “But if I’m making you uncomfortable—”
“You’re not.”
Bullshit. I shake out the towel and use it to dry my chest, rubbing in quick circular motions Miyagi-Do style. Quinn watches, eyes going dark. She bites her lip, plumping the tender flesh between her teeth, and my cock twitches in response.
It’s all I can do not reach for her.
Keep your dick in your pants, DeLaurentis.
Homecoming. Saturday. The Wildcat Inn.
Just a few more days.
Quinn’s attention is fixed on my chest—which, not gonna lie, is flattering—so she doesn’t notice me watching her.
Should I tell her the truth? That I’m the guy she’s been texting? I’ve been wrestling with this question for the last week and a half and I still don’t know the right answer.
It’s fucking distracting.
Time is running out, and I want to do the right thing, but I don’t know what that is. I’m totally out of my depth. I only know that I don’t want to screw this up for Quinn.
What if she’s disappointed when she finds out it’s me?
Or worse, pissed?
Fact: There are a lot of women on campus who want to sleep with me, but Quinn clearly isn’t one of them.
Shit. Maybe I should tell her.
No. That’s stupid, right? She’ll call the whole thing off and who knows what she’ll try next. At least with me, she’s safe. Even if she’s disappointed, I’ll make sure it’s good for her. I’ll make sure it’s special.
A night she’ll never forget.
“Yo, DeLaurentis.” Parker’s voice slices through my thoughts, announcing the return of my roommates who, it turns out, have the world’s worst timing. “Hurry the hell up. I’m starving.”
Quinn’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson, like she’s just realized she’s been caught staring. “So, um, thanks again for being a good sport about the dunk tank.”
“It was for a good cause.” But that doesn’t mean I can’t get her back just a little. I shake my dripping hair like a wet dog, flinging the ice-cold water droplets in her direction.
She squeals and jumps back, covering her face with her hands.
When she peeks out from between her fingers, I flash her my trademark grin.
