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There’s an awkward silence as we stare at each other. He’s so close I can count every golden freckle on his cheeks. But I’m not close enough, because I want to fucking own those sexy lips of his.
Do it. Kiss him.
“Jett, I want to?—”
Ping.
The elevator doors open, and Jett moves so fast that I blink and he’s gone. What the hell?
“Wait!” I call out as I follow him into the hallway. “What’s the hurry?”
“I’ve changed my mind,” Jett snaps.
“What?”
Jett pauses and glances over his shoulder. “I want you to go. Call me later about Welcome Day, alright?”
“But—”
“I said I want you to go.”
I stand there and stare as Jett walks away.
When I’m on the ice, there’s a time to push forward and a time to back off.
With Jett? I’m playing a whole new game.
CHAPTER 10
JETT
Holy shit, I almost leaned in and kissed Ethan. Or, he almost kissed me?
Either way, it would have been a horrible mistake. The worst ever.
From dating a cheating a-hole to kissing a straight fuckboy, I sure do know how to pick ’em.
I shake my head. How do I get myself into these situations?
Forget about Ethan.
Islip inside my room and head for my mini fridge. Grabbing a bottle of blue Gatorade, I chug the whole thing down and feel marginally better, then I strip out of my sweaty rowing uniform and take the fastest shower in the history of ever. Lathering up from head to toe, I scrub down as quickly as I can and dry off in under five minutes.
After changing into my favorite pair of jeans and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, I slip on my boots, grab my backpack, and head for the door. The hallway is busy with the usual mix of students heading out to class, but there’s no sign of Ethan. I was almost certain he’d be camped outside my room waiting for me, and a tiny twinge of disappointmentlingers when I realize that he’s gone. Which is crazy. I don’t even want to work with him on this Welcome Day stuff, and I certainly don’t want him to hang around for fuck’s sake. Not that he’d do that. Why would he want to spend time with me?
Check your ego, Jett. It’s getting out of hand.
Obviously I need more hydration, because I’m acting ridiculous.
Or maybe you’re starting to like him?
Nope. I can’t even believe my mind went there.
Okay, so maybe Ethan is more than quips and frat parties. A lot more. Does he struggle with his ADHD? What about that stuff about his parents’ divorce? I want to ask him more questions, and once my curiosity’s unlocked it’s hard for me to pedal it back.
Instead of waiting in the lineup for the elevator, I decide on the faster way by taking the stairs. I yank open the heavy metal door and take a step inside the dimly lit stairwell before I hear a humming noise and startle at the sound.
“Took you long enough, Sugar.”
