Page 131 of Need You to Choose Me

“Confident, sweetheart,” he corrects. “But you would let me touch you there, wouldn’t you?”

My breath is shaky as I picture it. “Yes.”

“Good girl. You’d feel so fucking good—so tight. You’d want me to fill you with my cum. I know you would.”

“Oh my God,” I moan, his words bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “Alex, I feel so good right now.”

“I know you do, baby. Imagine how you’re going to feel when my cock is in your pussy and my finger is in your ass. I’m going to get you a toy so you can get used to me there. You’ll be begging me to double penetrate you, stuffing you until you can’t take it.”

The image I get in my head detonates me before I can get my vibrator to finish off the job. I call out his name as the orgasm takes over, and the sound of my voice must do the same to him.

I hear, “Holy shit,” from his end of the phone before silence takes over.

Then it’s just our heavy breathing as we try catching our breaths.

“That was…” I take a deep breath.

“Yeah, baby. But it’ll be better next week.”

That’s a promise I’m looking forward to one hundred percent. “Thank you for the jersey.”

“Thank you for the orgasm,” he answers easily, warming my face as it splits into a smile. “There’s going to be at least three more waiting for you when you come see me. Bring the jersey.”

Oh, I’mdefinitelybringing it.

*

I get anodd sense of déjà vu walking up to Babcock Hall with my student ID at the ready to scan when something pulls my attention to the right. Hidden in the shade of the large oak tree beside the east side of the building is a looming figure wearing a Yankees baseball cap, sunglasses, and Lindon U sweatshirt.

“O-Dawg,” Bodhi greets as soon as I make eye contact with him.

I stop and stare, gaping at the man who looks so out of place. “What are you doing here?” And how do so many attractive men know where I live? It’s borderline weird. Well, maybe not weird. I’vedefinitelyhad dreams like this before, and they never disappointed.

We meet halfway, giving me a chance to give him a onceover. “Is this…?” I pull on the price tag still attached to the red hoodie that looks a size too small on his torso. How did he not attract attention? His biceps are practically screaming to break out of this thing. “I see you’ve upped your disguise game. Although, I think you should have gotten a size up on the hoodie.”

Bodhi glances down at himself, smoothing his palm down the front of his body. “You’ve got to admit, the color is great on me.”

I roll my eyes as he lifts an arm to welcome me in a hug. I step into him, wrapping my arms around his waist and squeezing once. His arm envelopes me, pressing me into his hard front for a brief moment before letting go.

When he shifts on his feet, I realize something is off. Even behind the sunglasses, I can see that he’s nervous. “Do you want to get chicken tenders with me?”

I start to answer but find myself stopping. He wants to get chicken tenders with me? On a Thursday? In the middle of the day?

“Bodhi, are you okay? Not that I don’t like seeing you, but this seems…” Weird would probably be a rude way of putting it. “Random. Aren’t you supposed to be with the team getting ready for your game?”

He scratches the back of his head, where his hair is pulled back and hidden in his cap. I’ll give him this—he doesn’t look like himself. Now I’m starting to see why Chad Michael Murry’s character didn’t recognize Hilary Duff’s inA Cinderella Story.

“We were given the day off because practice has been a little brutal. Our first game is—”

“Against Toronto,” we say at the same time.

His lips kick up. “Yeah, I guess you would know that.”

I readjust my bag over my shoulder. “It’d be easier to track if my brother wasn’t giving me the silent treatment.”

Bodhi slowly nods. “He’s a little miffed about things still, but he’ll get over it. You’re a grown adult. He knows it, he just needs to be pissed for a while.”

I’m choosing to believe that my mother is right. He’ll be fine with Alex one day. “I wish he would see it that way sooner.” Wait a second. “If he didn’t send you, what is this about?”

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