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“Please, don’t stop,” I begged.
“Never,” he responded, deepening the kiss. His tongue rubbed against the sensitive skin just behind my teeth and I moaned.
The door to my dorm room burst open. “Really?” Avery shrieked. “Olivia! I didn’t know you had this side to you!” Despite the exclamation, she sounded proud.
I eased off of Trace’s lap, blushing profusely, not just at being caught, but also at my behavior.
Trace grinned at me and dammit if my cheeks didn’t turn redder.
“It’s time for you to leave,” Avery pointed at Trace, “and if you so much as try anything as stupid as you did tonight with her, you better sleep with your eyes open, Tracey-poo, ‘cause I will hunt your ass down. No one can hide from Avery Lyn Callahan for long!” She declared.
Trace stood and turned to me. “Tracey-poo?” He mouthed.
I shrugged.
“Come on,” Avery ushered him to the door, “you can kiss her senseless another day.”
“Avery!” I exclaimed.
“What?!” She replied.
I shook my head.
“Bye,” Trace grinned.
“Bye,” I nodded, waving. I was afraid if I got up and walked him out, I’d end up pressed against another wall. But, then again, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
Avery closed the door and let out a deep breath. “What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
“In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you act like that,” she motioned to where I sat on my bed, hair mused, and lips swollen. “Trace turns you into a raging ball of hormones.”
“Says the girl with a dick,” I muttered.
She grinned. “That’s true.”
“Seriously, though,” she sat down on the end of my bed, “did he explain what happened outside.”
I told her what he said and she sat there, chewing on her bottom lip. “Huh. Interesting.”
She scurried over to her own bed and I asked, “What are you thinking?”
“Guys are just so weird,” she frowned, “and confusing. Nothing they do makes sense.”
“Do you think he meant what he said?” I rolled over on my stomach, propping my chin on my hand.
“Words are one thing, Olivia. Anyone can say anything, at any time. It’s actions that matter, not words,” she warned, leveling me with her green eyes.
I pursed my lips.
“Just…don’t get too attached,” she whispered. “Attachments cause broken hearts.”
I hated to tell her, but it was too late for that.
c h a p t e r
Eleven
