“You aresucha sore loser!”
She jerks her head at the door. “Let me sleep on it.”
“You kicking me out?” I arch an eyebrow. “So, it’s true, then—I’m nothing more than a piece of meat to you!”
“Good night, Donovan.”
She beams at me. And she keeps on smiling all the way to the front door, until finally I’m out in the hall, and she goes back to her serious face.Total tease.
“You’re a pain in the ass—you know that, Ms. Wolinski?”
She smirks at me. There’s so much I want to ask her, but I force myself to hold back. I’m fishing around for the right way to say goodbye—something that hints at a rematch of some kind—when she looks at me meaningfully.
“So? ‘And then what?’?” she asks, pulling me right back to our conversation in the car this morning.
I knew she’d struggle, having me prove her wrong tonight. But now, in three little words, she’s given me a free pass to bring all my craziest visions to life.
“?‘And then what?’?” I laugh. “Wait and see, Carrie.”
There isn’t a wall on campus I don’t plan on taking her to.
15CARRIE
My morning classes are nearly done, and I’m going to have to hit up a classmate for a recap. I normally find it all pretty interesting, but today I’m zoning in and out, my mind overloaded with X-rated daydreams. My notes are a mess. I can’t even read some of them.
I stare out the window and turn back to focus on my phone. Again. No news from Donovan today. I can’t believe how addicted I’ve become to our weird chats, but here we are. I never thought something as basic as a wall could get me so horny.What I need is a bad case of thrush. Maybe that’d be enough of a cooldown…
I scroll through his earlier messages. Yup, he’s just as obsessed as I am—there’s photos of walls, plus cryptic clues for me to crack—an “X marks the spot” type thing. And yeah, I’m playing along. Turns out I’m a damn good detective.
It’s been a week since he burst into my room like that, and every single day since, I’ve been given a crash course in the joys of vertical sex. I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of him, honestly.
Every time we meet feels hotter than the last one, each fix heightening the session that comes after.
I think back to yesterday, and my heart skips a beat. Literally themoment I set foot in the gym, Donovan grabbed me by the hips and pinned me to the tiles in the cooldown room without so much as a word. I didn’t say a thing, either. We didn’t have to talk. Our bodies did enough of that. Quick. Intense. Totally addictive.
I glance up, only to realize the professor is finally (finally!) done. I swing my backpack over my shoulder and rush out of the building, and IknowI need to get a hold of myself, here. I’ve got a long break before lunch, and I know exactly what I should do—head back to my room and get started on a new book.Yes, Carrie. Do something constructive for the first time this week.
In a few quick strides, I cross the courtyard and turn down the path that leads to the playing fields. I’m lost in thought, when a voice startles me.
“Carrie!”
Donovan.
Before I know it, I trip over my feet, grasping at an arm for balance. The guy next to me smiles, and I smile back. I’ve never seen him before, but I owe him one. I nearly fell on my ass.
He grins. “You all right?”
Cute accent.
“Thanks to you. You just saved me from facial reconstruction.”
“A pretty face like yours?” His voice is so soft. I love his English accent. “That would’ve been a shame…”
Oh, man…
“I’m Oliver.”
So classy! I wouldn’t be surprised if he got to his knees and kissed my hand right now.
