I press a kiss to his messy hair, feeling stupidly happy. "Whatever you say, Doc."
Chapter 24
Grogu's Honor
Sebastian
The thing about kissing Gavin is that time just disappears. One minute we're "just going to study," and the next his mouth is on mine, my back is against his pillows, and his massive body is pressing me into the mattress in the best possible way.
"Mm, Doc," he murmurs against my lips. "You taste like?—"
BANG BANG BANG
"Gavin! Emergency house meeting! Get your ass downstairs!"
Gavin doesn't even lift his head. Just keeps kissing me like whoever's pounding on his door doesn't exist.
"Robins! I know you're in there! Drew's about to lose his shit!"
"Busy," Gavin calls back, then immediately returns to doing incredible things to my neck.
"It's a code red, dude!"
Gavin groans, finally pulling back. His hair's a disaster, and his lips are swollen, and he looks absolutely wrecked. "They have color codes now?"
"Sounds like it." I try to fix my own hair, which is probably just as bad.
More banging. "Gavin!”
"Jesus fucking… Fine! We're coming!"
"We really aren't," I mutter, and Gavin barks out a laugh before hauling me up off the bed.
He grabs my ass as we head down the hallway, and I swat his hand away. He does it again on the stairs. And again, when we reach the bottom.
"You're incorrigible," I hiss.
"Don't know what that means, but probably." He squeezes one more time before we round the corner. "Can't help it. You've got a great ass, Doc."
"You know exactly what that means." Glaring at him over my shoulder doesn't work; he just keeps grinning and trying to grab my ass. "I'm a medical student. I could make your death look like an accident."
"Kinky."
The common room is chaos.
Drew's pacing like a caged animal while Emily watches from the couch with a bowl of popcorn, like this is entertainment. Tyler's trying to calm Drew down. James and Caleb are hunched over laptops in the corner, typing furiously. And there are at least twenty other guys scattered around looking various degrees of guilty, amused, or confused.
I hover near the doorway, suddenly very aware that I don't belong here. "I can go?—"
"You can stay," Tyler says firmly, not looking up from Drew's meltdown. "Ethan's staying too."
I spot Ethan tucked into an armchair, looking just as out of place as I feel. He gives me a little wave and a shrug that I interpret as,Frat boys, what can you do?
"Alright, Shut up!” Drew's voice cuts through the noise. The room goes quiet. "Someone want to explain why we're tagged in fifteen different TikToks from last weekend? Fifteen!”
"To be fair," someone calls out, "three of those are the same video reposted?—"
"Not the point, Jeff!”
