Woke up andcame after me.
“Hey,” Kinsey says cheerfully, slipping past him into the hallway.“I'm Kinsey.We haven't officially met, but I've heard a lot about you.Mostly complaints, but you know how Ally is.”
“Kinsey!”I hiss.
“Nice to meet you,” Jay says, not taking his eyes off me.
“You too.Have fun, kids.Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”She winks and then she's gone, disappearing down the hallway like the traitor she is.
The door swings shut behind her, and suddenly it's just me and Jay.
Me and Jay and the memory of everything that happened on his couch.
“You left,” he says.
It's not an accusation.It's just a statement of fact, but there's something underneath it—hurt, maybe.Confusion.The same emotions I've been trying to outrun since I snuck out of his apartment.
“You should be resting your leg.”It's the first thing that comes to my mind that's not dirty.“What are you doing walking around campus at seven in the morning?Do you have any idea how much damage you could be doing right now?You have a game tonight!”
“You should've thought about that before you cleaned me up and then massaged my thigh for an hour.Did you really think I'd stay asleep through that?”
I'm on my feet now, crossing the small room to stand in front of him.“I spent an hour working on that muscle this morning, Jay.Anhour.And you're going to undo all of it because you couldn't wait until after the game to—to—”
“To what?”He takes a step closer, and I take a step back.“To ask why you ran?”
“I didn't run.”
“You thought you snuck out while I was sleeping.That's running.”
“I had to—there were things I needed to—” I'm backing up with every step he takes forward, my heart pounding harder with each inch of space that disappears between us.“You were asleep.I didn't want to wake you.You need rest before the game.”
“Bullshit.My cock was hard.We both know I wasn't asleep.”
My back hits the wall.Yeah, I might've ignored that little fact as I left.
He doesn't stop.Keeps moving forward until he's right there, close enough that I can smell him.He smells like sex and that stupidly masculine scent that made me fall asleep on his chest like an idiot last night.
His hands come up on either side of my head, caging me in.“Now, are you going to tell me why you left?”
I bite my bottom lip, refusing to answer.
“Is it because you thought I wouldn't chase you?”
“Jay—”
“Did you think I'd just let you go?That I'd wake up alone and shrug it off like it didn't matter?”
“I don't—I wasn't—”
“Face it, Hart.”He leans in closer, his breath warm against my lips.“I want you.Not just to get you out of my system.”His eyes are blazing now, intense and certain.“I've wanted you for three years.Threeyears, Ally.And you can't keep saying what's happening between us are mistakes.It's not just sex.I've never felt like this with anyone else.The connection we have...it's real.”
“You don't know that.”
“I do.”He says it with absolute conviction.“So do you.That's why you keep running from me.You’re feeling the same thing, but you're scared.”
I swallow down the guilt, because he's right.Everything in me is telling me to deny it, and push him away, but for some stupid reason, I can't.
“This isn't over,” he says softly.“Not even close.”
