something else if you want,” he says.
Shaking my head, I lift the glass to my lips and gulp some back. It burns going down, and I’m hit with a coughing fit. Rum and coke, and whoever made it for him made it extra strong.
I cough a couple more times before the fit subsides. I look up to find Jordan trying to communicate with her eyes, only I have no idea what she’s saying.
“Marcus, this is my friend, Jordan.”
Jordan breaks into her usual grin. “Hi. Amber’s told me all about you.”
My face heats at the implication that I have a thing for him just like every other girl. “Not that there’s much to say, other than you’re helping me with my math,” I clarify.
Marcus’s friend joins us and hands Jordan a drink similar to what Marcus gave me. Which means the guys are either older than they look, or they have fake IDs.
“Hi.” He extends his hand to me and I take it. “I’m Chase. Marcus’s roommate and friend, and the guy who’s much smarter than him when it comes to math.” Adorable dimples spring to life.
Laughing, Marcus slaps him on the shoulder. “You wish.”
“Do you guys come here often?” Jordan asks, the other guys long forgotten.
“Yes,” Chase says at the same moment Marcus answers, “No”.
Jordan looks back and forth between them. “So, which is it?”
“We’ve come here a few times, but it’s not our regular hangout,” Marcus amends.
A new song comes on and Jordan sways to the beat while she glances longingly at the dance floor. I open my mouth to ask her if she wants to dance but Chase beats me to it. At her “yes,” he leads her onto the floor. He’s not as good a dancer as she is, but he holds his own. More so than most of the guys pretending to strut their stuff.
Jordan loops her arms around Chase’s neck and grinds her hips against his. I laugh at his expression. Jordan has no idea what she’s doing to him.
I’m not the only one to laugh at his reaction. Marcus chuckles, and just like that we start talking, mostly about our classes and about some of the crazy stuff we’ve seen around campus. Nothing personal, though. After he abruptly changed topics when I asked why he’s studying engineering, I got the sense he prefers to keep up a wall. But other than that, talking to him somehow isn’t as intimidating as I thought it would be.
It’s pretty easy, actually.
I don’t know how long we’ve been chatting when Marcus glances over my shoulder, for a moment lost in thought. He then closes the space between us, so less than a foot separates us. His hand strokes up and down my hip, molding to my body. He lowers his lips to my ear. “If we’re gonna convince everyone you’re off limits, we need to do more than just stand here and talk. Unless you want people thinking I’m your cousin.”
I swallow hard. “What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe this....” He brushes his fingertips against my neck and moves my hair back, exposing my skin. His head drops and his warm lips teasingly caress my neck.
Fortunately if Jordan sees him kissing me, she won’t clue into what’s really going on. She’ll think we’re hooking up after bumping into each other here.
Or at least I hope that’s what she’ll think.
His tongue flicks against the skin he just kissed. I jerk away.
Relax. Trent used to do that all the time and you never freaked out.
“Whoa, Kitten. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not that asshole from the party.”
“I know. It’s just...it’s just....” My voice fades away, drowned out by the music.
“It’s just what?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
Encouraged by my response, Marcus leans in and his lips meet mine, softly, sweetly. But he’s not satisfied enough with that. His lips try to pry mine open.
His mouth presses against mine, hurting me, violating me. I want to scream for him to stop. But that’ll make things worse. He always punishes me when I resist.
My body tenses, heart beating loud and fast,
Shaking my head, I lift the glass to my lips and gulp some back. It burns going down, and I’m hit with a coughing fit. Rum and coke, and whoever made it for him made it extra strong.
I cough a couple more times before the fit subsides. I look up to find Jordan trying to communicate with her eyes, only I have no idea what she’s saying.
“Marcus, this is my friend, Jordan.”
Jordan breaks into her usual grin. “Hi. Amber’s told me all about you.”
My face heats at the implication that I have a thing for him just like every other girl. “Not that there’s much to say, other than you’re helping me with my math,” I clarify.
Marcus’s friend joins us and hands Jordan a drink similar to what Marcus gave me. Which means the guys are either older than they look, or they have fake IDs.
“Hi.” He extends his hand to me and I take it. “I’m Chase. Marcus’s roommate and friend, and the guy who’s much smarter than him when it comes to math.” Adorable dimples spring to life.
Laughing, Marcus slaps him on the shoulder. “You wish.”
“Do you guys come here often?” Jordan asks, the other guys long forgotten.
“Yes,” Chase says at the same moment Marcus answers, “No”.
Jordan looks back and forth between them. “So, which is it?”
“We’ve come here a few times, but it’s not our regular hangout,” Marcus amends.
A new song comes on and Jordan sways to the beat while she glances longingly at the dance floor. I open my mouth to ask her if she wants to dance but Chase beats me to it. At her “yes,” he leads her onto the floor. He’s not as good a dancer as she is, but he holds his own. More so than most of the guys pretending to strut their stuff.
Jordan loops her arms around Chase’s neck and grinds her hips against his. I laugh at his expression. Jordan has no idea what she’s doing to him.
I’m not the only one to laugh at his reaction. Marcus chuckles, and just like that we start talking, mostly about our classes and about some of the crazy stuff we’ve seen around campus. Nothing personal, though. After he abruptly changed topics when I asked why he’s studying engineering, I got the sense he prefers to keep up a wall. But other than that, talking to him somehow isn’t as intimidating as I thought it would be.
It’s pretty easy, actually.
I don’t know how long we’ve been chatting when Marcus glances over my shoulder, for a moment lost in thought. He then closes the space between us, so less than a foot separates us. His hand strokes up and down my hip, molding to my body. He lowers his lips to my ear. “If we’re gonna convince everyone you’re off limits, we need to do more than just stand here and talk. Unless you want people thinking I’m your cousin.”
I swallow hard. “What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe this....” He brushes his fingertips against my neck and moves my hair back, exposing my skin. His head drops and his warm lips teasingly caress my neck.
Fortunately if Jordan sees him kissing me, she won’t clue into what’s really going on. She’ll think we’re hooking up after bumping into each other here.
Or at least I hope that’s what she’ll think.
His tongue flicks against the skin he just kissed. I jerk away.
Relax. Trent used to do that all the time and you never freaked out.
“Whoa, Kitten. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not that asshole from the party.”
“I know. It’s just...it’s just....” My voice fades away, drowned out by the music.
“It’s just what?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
Encouraged by my response, Marcus leans in and his lips meet mine, softly, sweetly. But he’s not satisfied enough with that. His lips try to pry mine open.
His mouth presses against mine, hurting me, violating me. I want to scream for him to stop. But that’ll make things worse. He always punishes me when I resist.
My body tenses, heart beating loud and fast,
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