Page 64 of Campus Crush
“For what?”
“For being you.”
He laughed softly. “That’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
I pulled him down for another kiss, feeling a new confidence. His hand remained at my waist, respectful of my boundaries, but when I arched against him, he groaned into my mouth.
“Abby,” he murmured, his voice strained. “You’re killing me here.”
“Sorry,” I said, though I wasn’t really sorry at all.
“No, you’re not,” he said with a knowing look.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Maybe not.”
His eyes darkened as he watched me, and then he was kissing me again, more intensely this time. I felt his hand slide tentatively under the hem of my shirt, his fingers warm against my bare skin.
“Is this okay?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His hand moved slowly up my side, his touch gentle but confident. When his thumb brushed the underside of my breast, I gasped, and he froze.
“Still okay?”
I nodded, unable to form words because it felt so good. He continued his exploration, his hand cupping my breast through my bra. The sensation was overwhelming in the best possible way, and I found myself pressing into his touch, wanting more.
We were so lost in each other that we didn’t hear the key in the lock. It wasn’t until the door opened and Sam’s voice called out, “Honey, I’m home!” that we sprang apart like guilty teenagers.
Foster sat up quickly, running a hand through his disheveled hair while I adjusted my shirt, my face burning with embarrassment.
Sam stood in the doorway, a knowing grin spreading across her face. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
“We were studying,” I said lamely.
“Mm-hmm. Anatomy, was it?” She winked at Foster, who had the good grace to look slightly abashed despite the smile tugging at his lips.
“We may have gotten a bit…distracted,” he replied.
Sam laughed. “No judgment here. I’m justgoing to grab something from my room and then head back out. Don’t mind me.”
As she disappeared down the hallway, I buried my face in my hands. “Oh my God.”
Foster chuckled, gently pulling my hands away. “Hey, it’s okay. We weren’t doing anything wrong.”
“I know, but…” I gestured vaguely. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Why? Because your roommate knows you’re attracted to your boyfriend?” He raised an eyebrow. “I hate to break it to you, but I think she already suspected that.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his teasing tone. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you like me anyway.”
“I do,” I admitted, the words coming easier than I expected.
His expression softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “For what it’s worth, I like you too. A lot. More than I knew was possible to like someone.”
Our gazes locked and the air seemed to thin between us under the weight of his words.
