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“Are you denying our chemistry?”
His face is way too close and my eyes lower to his lips. Too close. Too tempting.
“That would be stupid.”
“We nearly set fire to that trail. I wonder what’s gonna happen when I get you alone in my bed?”
I’m sweating again, and I tug at my turtleneck.
“What are you hiding under that sweater?” Ethan chuckles.
“You know exactly what I’m hiding. What you didn’t.”
“I’m not ashamed. I like sex.”
“You like bragging.”
“That too.” Ethan shrugs and cups my shoulder. Oddly enough, I don’t pull away. “After we eat, let’s go back to my place.”
“That’s a bad idea. What happened, happened, but I don’t make it a habit to fool around with straight guys.”
“I’m not straight,” he insists.
“Then you’re figuring it out. I’m all for that, but I just got over Renner. I need easy, not complicated.”
“This is sex, nothing else. What’s complicated about that?We fuck this out of our system and then we’re friends. End of story.”
“It’s that simple?”
“Of course. What else would it be?”
I stare into his deep brown eyes. He’s not lying, and yet it feels like he’s holding back.
“Do you always follow your hookups to their practice?” I tease.
“Only ones who make my dick so hard I can’t think straight,” he admits. “Or not so straight.”
Of course our server reappears at that moment, and they quickly set down our plates and take off again.
“Ever heard ofinside voice?” I chuckle.
“No such thing. I operate at one level—loud—and that’s it.”
Ethan spends the next half hour talking my ear off and stealing French fries from my plate as we eat our lunch. He’s not draped all over my chair anymore, but he’s still up in my space. To be fair, I let him do it. I guess I’m no different from anyone else on campus, because my resistance to his persistent charm is breaking.
Not that it means anything. Like he said, it’s sex. I’ve had a rough month, so why not enjoy myself? If we’re both honest about what we want, nothing can go wrong.
Right?
CHAPTER 15
ETHAN
After lunch, I walk Jett back to the dorm. I fight the urge to reach for him, and mentally smack myself for even thinking it.
You don’t need to touch him all the time. Get a hold of yourself.
“You sure you don’t want to come back to my place?” I ask as we step inside the lobby.
