Amy
Every neuron in my brain screams at me to back out and slam the door shut, but I stay frozen in place. My cheeks are on fire as I stare at Tristan, at the corded muscles in his neck and the sheen of sweat on his brow.
His eyes fly open, meeting mine in the mirror. “Fuck!” He jerks his hand from his penis and whirls around, grabbing for his jeans. “Get out!”
I blink, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth. “I-I’m sorry. I thought someone was hurt.”
“You thought wrong.” His words are like chips of ice, a sharp contrast to the crimson that colors his cheeks as he struggles to pull up his zipper. “Now get the hell out of here!”
I stumble backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. But even as I turn to leave, my gaze catches on Tristan’s once more in the mirror. He’s watching me go with an unreadable expression in those blue eyes.
Heat pools low in my belly. I’ve never been turned on by a man’s ecstasy before, but oh fuck… That look in his eyes while he rapidly moved that big hand up and down his cock.
It was hot. So hot that I’ll most likely call it to mind when I touch myself tonight.
Why am I so shallow? I hate this man. I’ve hated him for as long as I can remember. Tristan is an asshole. He set out to humiliate me on purpose with this whole game nomination. I thought it wasn’t possible for me to be attracted to a cruel person.
I don’t know myself as well as I thought I did.
My heart pounds as I hurry down the hall, desperate for my escape. When I burst outside, the cool ocean air calms my nerves. I quicken my pace into a jog. It’s the best I can do in these damn slippers.
By the time I make it to my dorm, my groin is no longer tightening from the thought of what I saw.
Why the fuck did he do it? It’s such odd behavior coming from the campus man-whore. There were probably dozens of girls at that party who would’ve been happy to do the job for him.
Strange.
I rush up the stairs to my suite and find a group of my friends in the common room.
“Don’t you dare try to sneak back to your room!” My roommate Katie walks over to me with a red solo cup in hand. When she walks over to me, she sets it in my hand. “We were just about to send out a search party. You never go out at night.”
I force a smile and take the cup she offers. Usually, I’m not a fan of alcohol because it makes my head fuzzy before bed, just when I need to write. “I went to Goldridge,” I say. “I needed In-N-Out. I couldn’t live without it.”
The lie makes my stomach hollow, especially when Katie grins. “I hope you weren’t high. That’s a long drive.”
I want to wince when I realize I wasn’t gone nearly long enough for a drive to Goldridge. Hopefully, Katie is too drunk to notice. I force a smile. “Not high. I just had a craving.”
“Are you okay?” she asks, leaning in close enough for me to smell the sweet, fruity alcohol on her breath. “You’re kind of…flushed.”
“I’m fine.” I lift my cup, and the amber liquid sloshes over the rim in my unsteady grip. “Just really full after that burger and animal-style fries.”
Why don’t I just tell her the truth? Gigi will probably tell everyone on our floor about my game nomination by tomorrow afternoon. There’s no use hiding it.
Katie frowns. She opens her mouth, likely to interrogate me further, when a loud crash echoes from down the hall.
We both whip around as Tristan stumbles into view. His eyes lock on mine, liquid blue circles flickering with an energy I can’t quite decipher.
Holy fuck.
What is he doing here?
Heat floods my cheeks. I look away, taking a long sip of my drink. The alcohol burns all the way down but does nothing to extinguish the fire in my veins.
Tristan marches up to us, his huge feet thudding against the carpet. He reaches for the cup in my hands, lifts it up to his mouth, and drains the rest of the contents.
He leans forward, his lips brushing my ear. “We need to talk.”
I jerk away from him, frowning. “What was that noise?” I ask.
