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Alabama's jaw drops in surprise, but she recovers quickly. "I don't see how that's any of your business, but Keri has a very active sex life and she's rarely alone at night..."
Automatically, I glance toward their bedroom door before turning my attention back to Alabama. "You could join in," I comment. "I've heard she's pretty open-minded that way. But I guess that's too wild for you."
Her eyes widen in surprise, and I think for a moment she's not going to answer me, but she surprises me by declaring, "My sex life is none of your business."
I shrug, faux nonchalant. "Just a suggestion."
"How kind of you to be concerned about my well-being," she says sarcastically. "Do you have any other precious advice for me?"
My gaze drifts to her chest, and suddenly I imagine her without the tank top, my cock sliding between those generous globes. The prospect would be tempting if it weren't Alabama. I give her one last look before turning on my heel. I've taken two steps toward my room when her voice catches up with me. "If you had any humanity, you'd let me use the empty bed in your room."
I turn around before answering her. "Watch out, Alabama, if you keep this up, I'll think you're surrendering."
She purses her lips and shakes her head.
"In your dreams, Player."
"I don't dream about you."
"Then what difference would it make if I sleep in the bed nextto yours?"
She's challenging me. If I'm alone in my room, it's because I decided it that way, and I have no intention of sharing my living space, especially not with her.
Alabama leaves the couch to approach me. I watch her warily. What exactly does she have in mind? I'm certain she's trying to trap me one way or another.
Her gaze locks with mine, and she says, "Are you afraid I'll hear you snore?"
"I'm not afraid of anything, especially not you."
"No?"
She places a hand on my chest, but I grab her wrist to stop her little game.
"You have a bed, Alabama. It's not my problem if your roommate has an exciting sex life unlike you." A flash of something crosses her eyes, and I give her a twisted smile. "You know what I'd do in your place?"
She doesn't answer, but I continue:
"I'd invite a guy or two over to fuck all night, just to give her a taste of her own medicine. But then again, I doubt you're capable of that."
Strangely, I'm curious to know what she thinks about threesomes. Has she ever done it? I catch myself immediately: Alabama is a little innocent, anyone can see that at first glance.
She pulls on her arm and I release my grip. "I don't need your advice, Player."
I look her up and down, thinking about what she does need. "On the contrary, I think I could teach you a thing or two... but I prefer watching you struggle. It's much more entertaining."
"You're nothing but a sadist."
I place a hand on my chest, over my heart. "Thank you, that compliment touches me deeply."
Alabama makes a face before turning on her heel. She lies back down on the couch, and I watch her chest disappear under the blanket.
11
DIXIE
The days are flyingby as I alternate between classes, studying, and cake design club meetings. For once, I'm alone in my room, pacing back and forth. A light rain has been falling on campus for almost a week, intensifying my desire to return to Alabama and find better weather.
Since I can't go home to my parents, I decide to call Bradley. My brother picks up on the third ring, just before his voicemail would have kicked in. "Hey, Dixie Dix!"
