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It’s hell.
He heard me, and he came to help, and I let him. Maybe it was the quiet night around us that did it, or the dinner beforehand, although the one glass of wine couldn’t have let down my inhibitions all that much. I let him take me to his room. We had sex, and I’d vowed never to experience that with him again. Project GOSMC is crumbling to dust with every moment I spend wrapped up in his ridiculous, lovely, possessive warmth. If it was a NASA mission, they’d declare it a failure and shunt it to the annals of past experiments.
I loved every moment. The way he held me in his lap, his fingers against my teeth. The feel of his cock in my hand, then down my throat. I could barely breathe while he fucked my mouth, and it was exactly how I wanted it. He called me delicate, but he didn’t act like he believed it.
I’m sure he doesn’t. He just enjoys pushing my buttons. By all rights he should be pissed at me, and instead he got me to admit that we’re friends—while in the middle of taking the edge off all the desire I can’t shake. And he had the nerve to smile at me like I was a lovely star, not a black hole.
I scowl against his chest.
At least by tonight, I’ll have somewhere else to stay. I’ll be able to go back to avoiding him, and maybe this time it’ll stick. Then autumn will come, I’ll endure one semester of seeing him when I’m around Penny, and by the time I’m back from study abroad, he’ll have graduated.
Something hooks in my belly and tugs.
I don’t want that. I don’t want him to be a stranger.
But we all want things we can’t have.
Better he learns to hate me now, rather than after I’ve given him my heart. Any future with him would end like my brother and his wife. My grandparents. My parents. We’d stay together, making each other miserable. I know I’d be too stubborn to compromise my career for his, or to leave if it wasn’t working. Sebastian has already proven himself to be an equally stubborn bastard. We’d bite and kick and throw punches until there was nothing left.
I’d ruin him.
The first thing to do is to leave—now. Last night wasn’t supposed to happen, and it sure as hell can’t happen again.
I wiggle out of his arms.
He wakes as I tug on my shorts.
“Morning,” he says with a yawn.
I throw my shirt on, willing my voice to sound flat, even though his own is rough with sleep and sexy as hell. “Hi.”
He squints at his phone. “It’s barely six.”
“I need to get to the lab early.”
“Well, let me make you breakfast.”
I tuck my hair behind my ears, searching for my phone—but that’s still in Izzy’s room, along with the rest of my stuff. I need to pack so I’m ready to go later. “I’m good.”
“You need to eat.”
I dart for the door. “I’ll just grab one of those protein bars.”
“Not a meal,” he says, raising his voice so I still hear him in the hallway.
I grab my bag and start shoving things into it. I’ll just toss it in my car and figure out the rest in the evening.
“Mia.”
I look up despite myself. “What?”
“What are you doing?”
He’s in the doorway again, arms crossed over his chest, wearing underwear and nothing else. His hair sticks up at odd angles, but somehow it doesn’t take away from the attraction that spears through my stomach at the sight of him. I wet my lip, distracted by his chest. He’s so broad, I could cling to him like a ridiculous little koala.
Instead, I grab a pair of jeans and crush them into a tiny ball at the bottom of my bag. “Getting my stuff together.”
“You don’t have to go.”
