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CHAPTER 24
ETHAN
“Another drink and we’re out of here.”
I’ve got my arm around Jett’s shoulder, holding him tightly to my side, and my pulse is thrumming fast and hot. It has nothing to do with alcohol since I only had one beer. It has nothing to do with my post-game high either.
No, it has everything to do with Jett.
If we were by ourselves, I’d have him straddling my lap, his legs wrapped around my waist, my hands on his ass. Fuck, as it is, it’s all I can do to control myself. I thought admitting out loud how I really felt about him would make me freak and run but the opposite happened. I’m so turned on that he’s officially mine that I’ve been walking around with a semi since the locker room.
Jett is my boyfriend.
It sounds right and it feels right. The restlessness that I’ve always felt when it comes to sex, always moving on to the next person, is gone. Jett makes me want like I’ve never wanted in my life. He drives me wild but also grounds me in a way I didn’t expect. Do I do the same for him?
Is this what being in love feels like?
Given the way his eyes haven’t strayed from mine, I’d say yes.
“Never mind the drink, it’s time to go,” Jett insists as he squeezes my thigh.
We pop out of our chairs at the same time, nearly knocking them over in our rush to leave.
“Thanks for the celebration,” I announce to the group. “See you guys on Saturday.”
“Leaving already?” Dane smirks. “What’s the hurry?”
“Let them go, please,” Silas remarks and waves us off. “I’m choking on their sexual tension.”
“Jealous?”
“Fuck no, I have a hot husband to go home to,” Silas remarks with a smirk.
We say our goodbyes, and taking Jett’s hand, I steer us out of Boots. My heart is thundering in my chest, and the sooner I can get my boyfriend alone, the better.
The walk back to the frat house takes twice as long as it normally does because every minute or so I need to stop and kiss Jett. Well, he stops to kiss me too. We can’t keep our mouths or hands off each other. Of course, we pass the campus on our way back, and we run into students, and while most of them ignore us, I can feel the stares of a few. No one says anything, except one guy who shouts at us to “get a room!”
“We plan to!” I call back and laugh.
Jett chuckles and hides his face in my neck.
“Maybe we should tone it down until we’re alone.”
I grip him tightly. “Why? Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, but I don’t want you to be.”
“Sugar, you know me. I do what I want, when I want, with who I want. If other people have a problem with it, they can fuck off.”
“Bi and proud of it?”
“I am,” I reply with confidence. “Most of all, I’m proud to be with you.”
It’s like I’ve been running around in the dark for ages and suddenly there’s a light on and all I can see is Jett. I rub one hand down his back and feel the shudder that runs through his body.
“You like that, eh?” I tease.
“I don’t want your ego getting any bigger.”
