He stares at me with a dazed look on his face, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, like he’s in disbelief.
Then he grabs me and pulls me to his mouth, kissing me hard.
“You’re incredible,” he says against my mouth.
I smile, pride swelling in my chest at how much he likes it when I suck his dick.
After a minute, we crawl under the covers naked, cuddled into each other. I rest my head on Nick’s chest, and he runs his fingers through my hair.
It’s not long before I’m yawning.
He kisses the top of my head. “Goodnight, wild girl.”
“Goodnight,” I murmur before falling asleep, feeling happier and more content than I have in a long time.
Chapter 34
Poppy
Ifinish the essay portion of my European Politics midterm, then walk to the front of the classroom where the professor is standing and hand it in.
I quietly gather my things, walk out of the classroom, and let out a breath. One midterm down, three to go.
Thankfully, one of my classes doesn’t have a test to take for midterms, just a five-page paper, which I already handed in.
I head across campus and zip up my jacket as the cool autumn wind whips around me. My phone buzzes with a text. When I see it’s from Nick, I’m grinning like a dork.
Ever since I spent the night at his place last week during that winter storm, I feel like I’ve been floating. He’s texting me a lot. Multiple times a day. I love it.
I still can’t believe how easily we’ve settled into this new dynamic. We’re still fake dating and more than friends. It sounds crazy, but it’s not. Things feel so easy and comfortable.
I smile down at my phone and text him back as I walk across campus to my shift at the Writing Center.
Nick: Hey, wild girl. How did your midterm go?
Me: I think I did pretty well.
Nick: I know you aced it ;)
Me: You don’t know that. I could have bombed it.
Nick: There’s no way you would ever bomb a test, Poppy. You’re the smartest person in any room. You always study tons and over-prepare for every exam you take. I’d bet my left nut you aced it.
My face aches from how hard I’m smiling. He’s so sweet. He’s always complimenting me and praising me—even when we’re fooling around.
My cheeks are hot when I think about every filthy thing we got up to in his bed. I can’t wait to do it again.
We’ve both been busy getting ready for midterms. I’ve been studying, working shifts at the Writing Center, and uploading more content to my YouTube channel. I’m getting more views than ever and have started making pretty decent money from it.
Nick’s been slammed too. He’s been studying and practicing a lot. He had an away game the other day too, so we’ve hardly seen each other.
I text him back.
Me: Thanks for your confidence in me. It’s really sweet.
Nick: Always. So when can I have you in my bed again? I miss you.
My tummy dips.
