Page 88 of The Jack*ss in Class

She gave Flynn an appraising look. “Worth it though. Impressive, Tempest.”

“Thank you?” I said, mortified.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Parker grabbed her overnight bag. “I’m bunking with Hannah tonight. Text if you need an extraction. And remember,” she pointed to the wall weshared with the next room, “these walls are definitely not soundproof.”

And with that parting shot, she was gone.

Flynn and I stood in the middle of my room, alone at last. The absurdity of the situation, the elaborate sneaking, the spy terminology, the entire sorority apparently invested in our privacy, hit us both at the same time, and we burst into laughter.

“Your friends are something else,” Flynn said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“They’re ridiculous,” I agreed, relaxing against him. “But effective.”

“Very effective,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss me.

The laughter faded as our kiss deepened. Without breaking apart, we stumbled toward my bed, falling onto it in a tangle of limbs. Flynn’s weight above me felt right, solid and warm as his hands explored my body with a gentleness that made me ache.

When his fingers found the hem of my sweater, he paused, looking into my eyes. “Tell me what you want or what you don’t want, okay?”

I nodded, lifting my arms to help him pull it over my head. The cool air against my skin made me shiver, or maybe it was the way Flynn was looking at me, like I was something precious.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the lace edge of my bra.

I reached for his shirt in response, needing to feel his skin against mine. He helped me pull it off, and I ran myhands over the sculpted muscles of his chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength there.

Flynn lowered himself to kiss me again, more urgently this time. His hand slid up my side, brushing the underside of my breast, and I gasped into his mouth.

“We’ll take this slow,” he murmured against my lips. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I want this,” I assured him, though my nerves were a tangle of anticipation and anxiety. “I want you.”

His smile was panty-melting as he reached for the button of my jeans. “We have all night, and I’m going to make good on that promise to make you tremble for me.”

He remembered that? I wasn’t about to tell him I was already practically vibrating from his touch and we only had our shirts off.

Just then, a sharp knock made us both freeze.

“Room check.” Mrs. Henderson’s voice called through the door. “All ladies present and accounted for?”

“Shit,” I whispered, panic shooting through me. “Quick, under the bed.”

Flynn dove for the floor, sliding under my bed as I frantically pulled my sweater back on. I flopped onto the bed and grabbed a book, flipping it open to the middle like I was reading it when the door opened without warning.

Mrs. Henderson stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Miss Navarro.”

“Good evening, Mrs. Henderson,” I said, hoping my voice sounded normal. “Is everything okay?”

“Just a routine check after that commotion downstairs.” Her gaze swept the room. “Where is Miss Chen?”

“Studying with Hannah,” I lied, praying she wouldn’t notice the man-sized lump under my bed. “Big test on Monday.”

Mrs. Henderson hummed skeptically. “I thought I heard voices.”

“Just me on the phone with my sister,” I said quickly and grabbed my phone, waving it at her. “Discussing spring break plans.”

Her eyes lingered on the rumpled bedspread, and I silently cursed noticing the book in my hand was upside down. “Well, everything seems to be in order. Remember, lights out by midnight, please.”

“Of course.”

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