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He didn't mean to send that one to me. My mom told him that I was asleep. Why would he keep texting me? And he's never called me baby before. Obviously, he sent it to the wrong person. He probably meant to send it to whoever he's taking to the dance and sent it to me by mistake.
Of course that's what happened.
It's the only logical explanation.
Tears well in my eyes at the thought of him lying in his bed at night, thinking about another girl. Who is she? His costar, Laura Groves? Ugh, probably. She's so damn beautiful, and so sweet. I think if Gage had a type, it'd be her.
Plus, they spend a lot of time together doing movie stuff. Why wouldn't they get together? It's what half the freaking world wants anyway. They literally write magazine articles about it and make fan videos about it. I can't compete with that. No one can.
"Ugh," I groan, dropping my phone on my nightstand to drag the blankets up over me.
I'm never falling in love ever again.
Chapter Five
Gage
"What are you doing here?" Troian blinks at me, suspicion rife in her bleary gaze as I stand on her front porch with my hands shoved into my pockets, trying to keep them to myself.
It's damn hard to do when she looks like an angel with her wild curls and pretty little white baby doll dress.
I dreamed about her all night again. She wasn't mad at me in my dreams. She was in my bed with me; her soft body wrapped around me as I pumped into her again and again. Her sweet whimpers drove me crazy. I think I woke up with my cock in my hand three different times.
I'm hard again now. Not that I'm surprised.
Hard and desperate are my permanent state around her.
"I came to drive you to school."
"I drive myself to school, Gage."
"Not today," I say firmly, not leaving her room to argue with me. "Today, you're riding with me."
"No, I'm not."
Okay, so she's going to argue anyway. Time for Plan B.
"What is that?" I ask, glancing over her shoulder into the house.
She turns to look.
I quickly slip past her, snatching the keys to her SUV off the console table. I spot her book bag on the floor beside the table and snatch it up, too.
"Hey!" she growls. "Give me back my stuff."
"No can do, butterfly," I say cheerfully. "Your stuff will be in my truck with me." I turn to glance at her, smirking. "But you're definitely welcome to join if you don't want to be late for school. It's a long walk from here. Seven whole miles."
"Gage, I swear to God…"
"You swear to God what?" I pace toward her, not stopping until she's pressed up against the wall like she's ready to climb it to get away from me. Even that doesn't stop me. I know she lovesme. I know she wants me. She's just mad as hell right now. That's my fault, and it's up to me to fix it. But I can't do that if she won't let me.
I stop when I'm so close I feel her perfect tits against my chest.
She whimpers in the back of her throat as I lean forward, skimming my nose across the side of her face.
Jesus, she smells delicious.
Am I allowed to lick her right now? Probably not.
