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Actually, since before that. Since everything that’d happened with Jazmine. I wanted to believe that meant Megan and I would have a different fate, but I couldn’t tip over that precipice and free fall into hope without making sure the landing was safe for both of us.
I still couldn’t believe she’d graduated early to get a jumpstart on college. No wonder Beck declared her off-limits. If I’d known just how young she was, I might’ve done a better job of listening, but honestly, I doubted it. From our first night together, I knew she was different than anyone else I’d ever met. I just didn’t know how intertwined my life would become with hers.
More than that, Ineededher.
“Ambitious, smart, and sexy,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. “You’ve got all the things.”
Megan leaned her head on my shoulder. “Bro, that’s really awesome of you to say.”
I laughed. “I guess I need a female term for when I want to use ‘bro.’ It’s a hard habit to break. Let’s see…bra would be feminine, but that’s weird, and then I’d start thinking about your bra and get sidetracked… Brodette?”
“Yeah, that isn’t weird at all.”
“Guess I’ll have to keep searching for a good option.” I slowed as we reached her building. “Thanks for taking me to the Skywalk Observatory even though I was an ass the last time I saw you.”
She fisted my T-shirt in her hands and brushed her lips across mine. “Just don’t do it again. I can handle you saying you need space, and I get that you’re busy. But give it to me straight.”
“Okay, I’ll give it to you…” I moved my hands around to the curve of her butt and pulled her against me. “Straight.”
She shook her head but a sexy smile spread across her face. I covered her lips with mine, pulling her tighter to me. I rolled my tongue over hers, getting carried away in the kiss for a moment before reminding myself I needed to cut things short tonight.
“You know, Vanessa owes me,” Megan said. “I bet she’d give us some time alone if you want to come up.”
I blew out a breath, focusing on boring oxygen instead of the way I could feel her chest rising and falling against mine. Not that it helped much. “As much as I’d love to, I’m not going to sleep with you tonight.”
She pouted her lips, and whenshedid it, I found it incredibly sexy. “Why?”
“Because I promised I wouldn’t. You were right. I gave you the booty call treatment last time, and you deserve better.”
Her lips stuck out farther. “So now I’m being punished for your mistakes?”
“Afraid so. Sorry about that. And I’m sorry for any other stupid things I do in the future.”
“A blanket apology? I’ll want a fresh, individualized one every time, just so you know.”
“I’ll start drafting a couple, then.” I ran my finger down her nose and then tapped her lips. “Seriously, the last thing I want to do is hurt you, and I’m going to do better from now on.” No more trying to put distance between us, because it clearly didn’t work, and there was a terrifying moment at the party I thought I might seriously lose her.
She slipped her fingers under my shirt. “Well, I believe you, and I forgive you, and we spent a lot of time together tonight, so…” She kissed me again, gently biting on my lower lip, and pressing her hips into mine. “I don’t think skipping sex tonight is necessary.”
“You…are gonna be…the death of…” I gave in to her kiss, gripping her ass and lifting her into my arms. She wrapped her legs tightly around me and ran her tongue over my top lip. I moved my mouth to her neck, nipping and licking.
I walked her over to the door of her dorm, pressing her against it like I had the first night we’d kissed. Then, summoning all my strength, I broke away. “Good night, Megan.”
I groaned as she slid down me. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I grit out, still struggling to hold on to my control.
“You better.”
As soon as she slipped inside, I wanted to bang on the door and tell her I changed my mind—chivalry was overrated, and who was I trying to be chivalrous anyway? I’d happily be the asshole who got to have sex with her, even if I didn’t deserve it.
Instead I got to walk back across campus, hoping that by the time I got somewhere I could flag down a taxi, I wouldn’t still be sporting a giant erection.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Dane
Megan was draped over my lower back, horizontal on my bed, her attention on the laptop in front of her as she furiously typed out whatever assignment she was working on.
I finished reading my chapter for biology, slammed the giant textbook closed, and rested my head on my pillow. I could feel the stripe of skin between Megan’s T-shirt and panties, warm against my bare back, and occasionally she raised her legs in the air and kicked them, slowly rocking the bed.
