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Prologue
Austin
Three Years Ago
Bright red hair haloed by the glow of the morning sun filled my gaze as I opened my eyes. I hadn't intended for Jeremy to stay over last night, but after we'd spent so much time studying and then moved on to exploring each other's bodies, we were both exhausted. It wasn't typical for him to stay over, either. He'd leave fairly quickly and it would leave an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, but it didn't change the fact that I really liked Jeremy Praytor.
"Morning," he said, voice groggy with sleep as one ocean blue eye opened to peek at me.
I smiled at him, hand slipping beneath the blankets to grab the warm meaty globe of his ass. We both laughed as he rolled away from me and slid from under the blankets. While it was nice to wake with him by my side, I knew what this was. Jeremy had met me on a hookup app and we weren't supposed to be more than one night, yet here we were weeks later. We were still meeting up and still fooling around.
Most of what we did was nothing more than a few random handies and blowjobs, but it still became a stable source of release.
"What are you doing?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
Jeremy paused, shirt halfway over his head before he pulled it the rest of the way down to face me.
"I need to get going. Classes today and then I need to focus on studying tonight."
I smirked at his response. We had gotten together the night before with the intention of studying and absolutely none of that had happened. Maybe it wasn't too much for him to ask for a little bit of space. The last thing I wanted to do was impact his grades for a quick fuck.
"You could always come by here again," I said, patting the bed next to me.
That smile that seemed to make my heart do weird little somersaults lit up Jeremy's face as he continued to put on his clothes.
"You're really slick, you know that. It's not a bad thing. I admire it, actually."
I laughed. "So what seems to be the problem?"
Jeremy stopped again, dropping his shoes to the floor before he came and sat next to me on the bed. He leaned down, giving me a quick peck on the lips. My hand found its way to the back of his neck, keeping him in place and deepening the contact. He sighed into the kiss and our tongues stroked together and we continued to sit there and make out.
When Jeremy pulled back, he chuckled, wiping at the saliva that coated his lips. "That's the problem. This is fun. When I say I need to focus, I really mean it."
There was something off about the statement. Jeremy turned away from me and he couldn't look me in the eye as he said it. There was a chance that I was just being paranoid about things, but he continued to fidget the longer we sat there with me watching him.
"I don't get it. Finals aren't for a while yet. I get wanting to be on topof things, but—"
Jeremy stood and cut me off, and pinched his eyes closed.
"My grades, you see, aren't so great. I've fallen behind on a few assignments and..." He swallowed thickly, fingers twitching at his sides as he continued to stare at the wall instead of looking at me while he spoke. Something about the whole thing felt wrong. He wasn't telling me the full truth, but if his grades were really suffering, I wasn't about to force someone onto academic probation just to get my dick wet.
"Yeah, no problem. Why don't we plan something in a few days. You can take the time to focus and get caught up. I don't want you to feel pressured or anything."
That finally got Jeremy to look at me. His smile was weak at best and his fingers had started playing with the edges of the pockets of his jeans. This time, he said nothing, only nodded as he shoved his feet into his shoes and started making his way to the door.
It all still didn't feel right and I needed to make sure everything was okay before he walked out the door. I was up and out of the bed before Jeremy's hand landed on the handle.
"Wait," I called, grabbing at his elbow. He turned, eyes widening at my nudity. It was my room and we'd been all up in each other's business the night before so it wasn'tthat strange for him to see me like this. Though, he always seemed a little guarded. "I'm serious, Jeremy. I want to make plans." My heart thudded against my ribs because for whatever reason it felt like if he walked out that door, I wouldn't ever see him again. It was stupid because things had been great outside of his weird behavior this morning.
That tight smile was back on his face, but he nodded in agreement. "Okay, we can make plans. How about we meet up in a week?"
A week? I could work with that. It wasn't like seven days was all that long and it wasn't like we were glued at the hip. We'd only been seeing each other for a few weeks and I didn't want to come across as overly clingy. Demanding to see him before then might send the wrong message.
I took a deep, shaky breath, and forced a smile I wasn't completely feeling. "Yeah. That sounds great."
As much as it pained me, I had to let Jeremy go. I stood back as he opened the door and left my room. No one in the hall needed to see my naked ass. The door clicking closed felt so damn final and I itched to pick up my phone and call him. If Jeremy needed space, I would be respectful and give it to him.
"You're sure you can't make it home this year?"
