Page 62 of His Reckless Freshman

This guy is unbelievable.

So not what I expected.

Yet so everything I want right now.

I’m not falling for him… I’m just really, really enjoying his company.

And I want to do this again.

I just hope he’ll be up for it.

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BEN

Jolie falls asleep beside me, and I don’t have the heart to wake her.

Quietly turning off the TV, I lie down beside her and watch her sleep. She looks so peaceful, still so innocent.

It makes me question myself yet again.

Shit, kissing her was amazing.

I enjoyed it way more than I should have.

Her little tits are perfect. They may be small, but those nipples were beautiful. Sucking them between my lips, feeling the way her body reacted to me…

My woody grew before I could stop it.

Even reliving it for this brief moment is making my dick hard.

With a sigh, I roll away from her, shuffling to the edge of the bed and facing the wall. It takes me ages to go to sleep, and when my alarm starts beeping at 5 a.m., it feels like someone is driving a nail through my head.

I sit up with a jolt and scramble to turn it off.

Jolie groans, and I squint through the darkness, watching her shadowy form stretch like a cat waking up from a nap, then go still… then bolt upright.

“Oh my gosh, did I spend the whole night here?”

I flick on the lamp, and all I can see is her horrified expression.

She squints against the sudden brightness. “What time is it?”

“Five. I can drop you off at your dorm before I go for my run. Are you cool if we check out now?”

Scrambling off the bed, she rushes across to the chaise, stubbing her toe on the way.

“Ow! Shoot! Ow!”

“Are you okay?” I quickly jump out of bed.

Flopping onto the chaise, she squeezes her big toe, in obvious discomfort. “I’m fine. I just kicked the leg of the bed. Where are my shoes?”

She seems almost panicked, so I keep my movements smooth and easy, trying to calm her down without saying anything.

Handing over her shoes, I then get myself ready to go. We haven’t spread out too much—it was only one night, not even twelve hours—so it doesn’t take long.

Opening the door, I wait for her to grab her handbag. She’s smoothing down the back of her hair as she rushes past me, then kind of jogs for the elevator.