Crazy in Love (Lovestruck Series) by Lane Hart Page A

choking me with her tongue plunging down my throat in a move I assume she thinks is seductive. While I want nothing more than to push her off of me, I stand there, refusing to kiss her back until she realizes that there’s nothing going on here. Just her tongue repeatedly jabbing down my throat, which is only slightly less revolting than having a tonsillectomy without anesthesia. There’s not an ounce of heat, or passion growing between us, unlike what I feel just looking at Reagan or thinking about her, so maybe, this time, Trish will actually realize it herself. 
    Unfortunately, Trish doesn’t seem to be comprehending any of this. So when her hand reaches for the front of my pajama bottoms I let her feel just how soft and unaffected I am before I do finally grab her shoulders and push her away. At the same time, I take a step back, putting distance between us.
    “Trish, I’m not sure how many other ways I can tell you that I don’t want you in any way but out of my life, which means stop coming by, stop calling, and for fuck’s sake, quit calling my parents and whining to them! The divorce will be finalized in just four or five more months, but for all practical purposes you can consider us done and leave me the hell alone!”
    “I’m not stupid; I know there’s someone else!” she counters as her shoulders slump in disappointment.
    “Get out,” I say through clenched teeth.
    “There is, isn’t there? That girl, the hippie from the hospital.”
    “For the last time, I never cheated on you, and I haven’t been with anyone since we separated. But if I decide to start dating someone, it’s none of your fucking business. Now get out of my house!”
    “It’s half my house too,” she replies.
    “Not unless the court says so. Until then, you can keep living in the apartment that I’m paying for, and shut the fuck up about it!”
    The truth is I don’t care about the house or want to keep it. It’s a convenient location to the campus, but I could pack up and leave it behind tomorrow if I have to. I’m just not willing to concede it to her until the end of the school year. During the summer, I’ll have time to get it all sorted out, especially since I may not even be in the state if I get one of the reporting assignments I applied for.
    My plan had been to get away from Trish, the divorce, and from the memory of Reagan, knowing I would have to stop thinking about her after graduation. But now…now I’m not sure what’s gonna happen with her. Does she seriously want to keep seeing me? I’ll have a hard time believing that until she graduates. After that, if she still shows me that she wants more, then I’ll definitely do whatever it takes to make that happen.
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    The next morning I can’t get out of the house fast enough, in a hurry to see Reagan before my ten o’clock class. When I get there a few minutes before nine, I open up my laptop to check up on her social media. She’s been a busy girl.
    Last night she posted several things, oddly enough about marriage, cheaters, and Lorena Bobbitt, of all things. Huh. But at least she did add a few original photos of the campus, which I click on to give a like while I continue to wait for her to show up.
    At nine-thirty I give up, assuming she’s not coming. Angry that I was so excited to see her and she bailed, I send a message to her Facebook page asking where she is, but she doesn’t respond before I have to leave for class.
    My thoughts were distracted the whole time, wondering what’s going on with Reagan and when I’ll get to see her again since she didn’t show up in her usual meditation spot underneath the tree. Surely she’ll be in class tomorrow, but I don’t want to wait that long. Of course I know where her apartment is, but I can’t just show up there while she’s still my student. The only thing that gets me through the day is waiting for her to respond to my message on her page, which never comes before I fall asleep after