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“No problem.”

I turn the ignition. She leans forward, looking at Elliot. “I thought you’d be in bed.”

Elliot blushes. Luckily, she can’t see his face fully from her angle.

“Someone had to keep me company,” I say.

She laughs. “You need to get used to your own company. You’re not a frat bro.”

I’m not sure if that was supposed to be an insult or not, so I just keep driving.

“How was the gig?” Elliot asks her.

“It was okay. I’ve seen better. How are you feeling?”

“Better, thanks.”

She slumps back in the chair and yawns. “Connor, I can’t believe you dragged Eli out of his sickbed to keep you company.”

“I know. I’m a monster.”

She looks out of the window, ignoring me. “Ophelia thinks you’re hot, by the way.” My mouth gets dry and I start to sweat. Is she calling me out for yet another one of her new female friends looking at me? “How did she describe you? ‘An all-American poster boy.’” She chuckles to herself and I relax. She thinks it’s funny that Ophelia thinks I’m hot. That’s progress, right? I’m about to tell her that I have no intention of getting involved with her new friend, but then I remember how involved I am with her oldest friend and change my mind.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You would,” she says, but for once, there’s no venom in her voice.

When we get back to the house, Elliot disappears upstairs with Scout. I hang back for a bit to let them yap and get ready for bed.

Dad’s laptop is on the counter, so I turn it on and log into my student account at Harvard. I could send my advisor an email, telling her I want to come back to school. If Elliot doesn’t think I’m too dumb for Harvard, maybe I’m not?

My finger hovers over her contact information, before clicking on it and drafting the email.

16

ELLIOT

Hey, can I come over yet?

My dad’s still awake

Even though I said I didn’t care if my dad heard me and Connor last time, I had a pretty good idea that he was zonked out on sleeping pills. While he’s in his study, I know he’s awake and alert enough to hear us fucking through the walls. And knowing he’s in there, lost in his academic papers and dusty books, doesn’t exactly put me in the mood, either.

Wanna come over here?

That blow job on the couch was incredible, but we got lucky last time. We could have so easily gotten caught.

I can’t – Scout

I’ll just come get you and we’ll drive around

Can’t wait any longer to see you

My heart rate ratchets up at that last text.

Okay

The second I hear his car pull up outside, I jump up and head out. I have to take a second to appreciate the fact that Connor Ryan is excited to see me, eager to have sex with me. He watches me walk toward the car with an admiring smile on his handsome face. It floors me.