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“You couldn’t relax?” I ask and then it hits me. “Are you talking about sex?”
“Not anymore.”
CHAPTER 11
ETHAN
“Did he hurt you?”
“No. Nothing like that.” Jett shakes his head. “Forget I said anything.”
He stalks off to the library’s reception desk, and I hurry after him.
There’s still a couple of private study rooms available, and we take one of the offered keys and head upstairs. There’s a crowd of students in the main area, but we bypass them and head down the narrow hallway.
“What did you mean by compatibility?” I ask. “Did he want to try stuff you weren’t into?”
“Forget I said anything,” Jett whispers. “And keep your voice down.”
“What’s the big secret? It’s sex. This is college. It’s the number one topic of conversation.”
“Drop it.”
Jett unlocks the door and ushers me inside.
“I’ll tell you about my sex life,” I offer. “I like variety, for a start. I don’t do commitment, but I’m open and honest about it. Everyone I fuck knows that it’s just sex. I’ve had a coupleof threesomes with women, but I prefer one on one. I’m an attention whore that way, but you already know that.”
Jett makes a strangled noise in his throat as he takes a seat.
“Can we talk about Welcome Day? That’s why you came to see me this morning.”
I wave that off and sit down beside him, nudging his knee with mine. Normally I prefer big crowds and lots of people, but when I’m with Jett, one-on-one, I’m content in a way I rarely am around others. I’m not bored. Far from it. I want to know everything about him, and I could listen to him talk all day. Strange, but true.
“We have plenty of time for that later,” I reply. “Why did your sex life with Renner suck?”
“I didn’t say it did.”
“You did too. Only you used a fancy word for it.”
I get Jett’s middle finger for my sarcasm.
“Come on.” I offer my fist for him to bump and Jett stares at it like it’s contaminated. “You can tell me. Your secret is safe. Swear on my hockey stick.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m not disputing that. But unlike your scuzzy ex, I can be trusted.”
Jett’s gaze is unnervingly direct, and my heart starts to pound furiously.
“Can you?”
“Ask any of my friends.”
It’s the truth. I may act silly and prefer flirting to serious discussions, but I protect my friends and their secrets.
Jett finally bumps my fist and leans back in his chair as he continues to study me.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this to you of all people,” he admits.
