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To say parts of my college experience thus far have been somewhat disappointing is an understatement. The only bright spots have been Charlotte and Samantha. Thank heavens for them and our budding friendship. Though I suppose things could be worse. I could have no one at all.
“Yeah, of course,” he says, moving toward the doorway to his bedroom. “I’ll just get out of your way.”
I frown, confused. “If you have a spare blanket and sheets, I’ll make up my bed on the couch.”
“You mean,I’llmake up my spot on the couch.”
“Um,no.” I place a hand on his chest, stopping him as he tries to brush past me, pillow in hand. “You’re not sleeping on the couch, Jace.”
“Did you seriously think I would let you take the sofa? Teagan would have my balls.”
There it is again. I roll my eyes.Boys and their promises.Truthfully, it’s getting a little old.
“I don’t care about my brother,” I say. “I’m the one who’s crashing your place and inconveniencing you. There’s no way in hell I’m sleeping in your bed while you take the couch.”
“Yes,” he says, gripping my shoulders and guiding me toward the queen-sized bed, gently shoving me onto it, “you are.”
“No.I’m not.” I spring up from the mattress to face him, arms crossed over my chest.
“You are,” Jace grinds out. He presses on my shoulders again and forces me back down.
“Not!” I yell-hiss as I grab his arm and yank him toward the mattress, but he’s too solid, and barely stumbles forward as our knees bump together.
“I’m not arguing about this, so you might as well just get your pretty ass in bed.” He points.
I bark out a laugh. “Wow. What a sweet talker. Since you asked so nicely . . .”
He growls and rakes a hand through his hair. “Brynn, I swear . . .”
“You swear, what?” I grin.
“Why do you have to be so fucking obstinate? Stop arguing and just take the damn bed.”
“There is zero chance of me taking your bed and letting you sleep on the couch for six weeks. You have training, practice, and there’s no way am I going to be responsible when you start shitting up the field because your back hurts and you’re tired.” I turn around, furiously gathering up one of the blankets off the bed, along with a pillow. “I’m smaller. It only makes sense. I have the couch.”
“Nice try.” He blocks my path to the door and yanks the blanket from my hand. “But there’s no way in hell I’m letting you crash on the couch in those booty shorts so Chris can get an eyeful first thing in the morning.”
My jaw drops and I glance down at myself. Admittedly these shorts are short, but they’re freaking pajamas. What does he expect? “Do you want me to wear a freaking mumu, Taggart?”
“That would be a great start,” he says icily.
My eyes harden. “I’m not sleeping in your bed.”
“And neither am I.” His smile tightens. “Looks like we’resharingthe couch, then. How should we do this? Do you want to spoon or would you prefer my face at your feet? I take you for a big spoon kinda girl.”
I fake gag as I grapple with the blankets once more and storm into the living room.
If he wants to be a jackass, I’ll call his bluff because there’s no way he’ll share the couch with me. His massive body would barely fit alone without me hogging up more than half the couch myself.
Jace follows, hot on my heels, as I practically catapult myself onto the cushions with a loud thump. I wince. This couch isn’t nearly as soft as it looks. In fact, it’s kind of hard, a little like concrete.
Regardless, I keep a straight face as I place the pillow behind my head and pull the blanket up to my chest, content on settling in when all of a sudden, a gust of cool air hits me as Jace rips the covers down and crawls in beside me.
“Oh, this isniiiice. Cozy,” he says, like the complete jackass he is. “A little tight,” he squeaks out as he wedges himself behind me, pressing into the back of the couch and nearly pushing me off the sofa altogether. “But definitely nice.”
I say nothing as my face heats. His entire body is smashed against my backside. Even the littlest of movements will put us in dangerous territory.
I’m so mad I could spit.
