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I could look like an idiot for all I know.

If I had to guess by the hard erection I feel at my hip, I’m doing a good job.

I mentally high five myself.

Then suck on my finger before breaking off another bite. I really do love these brownies.

“Brujita, what are you doing?”

“Eating my brownie, Hart. Just liked you asked.” I smirk at him and place another bite in my mouth. I moan as I chew. “Deliciouso.”

Hart opens his mouth to say something but gets interrupted by an excited squeal and rapid clapping from Charlie. “It’s settled then. We’ll all head over to The Armory together.”

“I told you I’m not going,” Wren reminds Charlie.

“Half an hour. Give me half an hour and I will clean our dorm until Thanksgiving break.” I glance at Syd hoping she will offer me the same deal.

“Yeah, not happening, Lo. Sorry, babe.” I pout and Hart chuckles. It sounds even more delicious than my brownie tastes.

“Thirty minutes,” Wren finally agrees to Charlie’s offer.

“You two are roommates?” Wyatt asks from where he’s standing beside Wren. She eyes him suspiciously before nodding. “Good to know. I’ve to get to class but I will see you ladies this weekend.”

“Great,” Wren grumbles while Charlie returns Wyatt’s flirtatious smile. This weekend should be interesting with those two flirting back and forth.

We chat for a while longer. Well, mainly Charlie and Syd talk about their costumes for this weekend and the football game. Koa stands there pretending to scroll his phone when he’s really watching Syd.

After I catch Koa’s eyes on Syd a second time, he makes up an excuse to leave. I hope for both their sakes they figure out how to be together or let each other go.

Hart taps my side and lifts his chin letting me know it’s time to get up and start making our way to class.

We walk hand in hand. Our fingers laced together. I love the way his hand feels holding mine. They are strong and solid. I never really thought about how important hands were before.

As we take our seats in Anderson’s class, I refuse to let go of his hand. I trace over the veins and down his long, thick fingers.

These are the hands that comfort me, pleasure me, fight for me, hold me. They are callused and perfectly imperfect with scars from years of abuse on the baseball field.

I love these hands. I’m falling in love with this man. And the more I think about it, I don’t know how I’m going to let him leave here without me.

20

HART

KOA

You sure you can’t make it tonight?

NASH

I don’t want to risk getting distracted. Tomorrow’s game is important. But I’m sure some of the team will be up there. Keep an eye on them?

And Syd. Don’t let her go home with anyone.

Koa is silent but the way he is white knuckling his phone I know there is no way that will be happening.

ME

Don’t worry about Syd. I’m not going to let her or Lauren out of my sight tonight.

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