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She moves past me, rushing into her bedroom and closing the door behind her. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I silence it, grabbing the coffee she made and dropping down onto her couch. I’m only staying for the free caffeine and because I need to know how I wound up in her bed . . . that’s theonlyreason. It’s nothing to do with wanting to see that smile again.Definitely not.
Something I have to remind myself of when she steps out wearing the tightest black jeans that show off the curve of her ass perfectly. She passes me and pulls an oversized Outwood High hoodie on.
“How did I get in your bed? What happened last night?” I ask, blowing into the mug.
“You don’t remember?” I shake my head, not missing the way her brows dip and her lips turn down. “Oh.” She chuckles, a dry cough chasing it before she swallows it down with her coffee. “Erm, you got wasted, came over to ask me to leave again. The usual.”
My brows furrow. “That doesn’t answer my question as to how I woke up in your bed, half naked.”
“Oh, erm.” She purses her lips for a moment. Her eyes flicker around the room, never focusing on me. It’s a nervous tic of hers, something I’ve never forgotten. “You were stomping around like a caveman. Ended up in my room, started taking your clothes off and complaining about it being too stuffy and then just passed out. I slept on the couch if it gives you any comfort.”
She points to where a pillow and blanket are tucked in the corner of one of the couch cushions, and while that revelation should bring me comfort, disappointment flits through me instead.
That last bit at least sounds like me in a drunken state, but the rest . . . Why do I get the feeling Beatrice is lying through her teeth? But why? What reason does she have? “We didn’t . . .”
Her brows shoot up to the ceiling, her eyes widening as coffee flies from her mouth. “God no.”
“Okay, I mean, I know I was drunk, but it wouldn’t be that bad if we had,” I say, feeling defensive. My dick goes hard the instant I see her, no matter what feelings I have toward her that day, but apparently the thought of her being with me has her disgusted.
“What? No, I didn’t mean.” She sighs, closing her eyes as her cheeks flush. “It’s not that. I don’t think you’d be bad. I mean, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience to reference to, but yeah, not that. I would have. No, I wouldn’t. I, er.” She blinks a few times, her words rolling out so fast I can barely keep up with what she’s saying. But fuck me if I don’t zero in on the “I would have.”
Moving the mug in my hands over the straining tent in my pants, I try to reposition myself, but thankfully, Beatrice doesn’t notice as she’s still mumbling under her breath with her eyes closed.
“You’re rambling, Bea.”
She sighs again, pushing off the couch and grabbing her keys and phone from the counter. She rushes to the door, rambling the whole way.
“I’m sure sex with you would be amazing—out-of-this-world phenomenal—but no, we didn’t.” She glances at me once more as she pulls the door open, the fakest grin now on her face—a stark contrast to the one I received when I walked out of her bedroom. “You know what? Let’s just forget any of this happened. I have to go. You can finish your coffee and let yourself out, it’s not like you don’t have a key, right?”
Beatrice
Mortification floods me as I leave my dorm. The halls are quiet, most people in Havers no doubt still sleeping off their Saturday nights and won’t stir until much later in the day.
By the time I reach my car, my face is burning. For some stupid reason, I thought last night meant a fresh start for Maverick and me, but the way he looked when he stepped out of my bedroom this morning tells me I was very wrong.
I wander aimlessly, heading across campus until I stand outside Maisie’s dorm. The RA lets me in, a chuckle coming from her lips as I jog up the stairs before finding Maisie’s door and rapping my fist across the wood.
It flies open, a disgruntled Maisie on the other side, wearing only a nightshirt, and her hair is fastened in a haphazard bun on top of her head with curls falling over her wide eyes as she takes me in. “Dude, what the hell? It’s like seven a.m., on Sunday. You should be sleeping.”
“Oh, Mais.” I sigh, my nose wrinkling as my eyes water. “I’m such an idiot.”
She stares at me for a beat, her eyes softening before she pulls me inside and plonks me down on her couch. Her roommate pops her head out the door, glaring daggers at me before slamming it closed.
“Ooops,” I mutter. I’d forgotten she even had a roommate, considering we spend most of our time in my dorm, or when I do come to Maisie’s, we stay in her room.
“Let me get dressed,” Maisie says. “And then we’ll go get coffee and you can tell me exactly what has you waking me up at an ungodly hour on a Sunday.”
Nodding, she disappears to her room while I chew the skin at my thumb.
Less than an hour later, we’re strolling the pier as the sun heats up. The beach remains empty, the sea moving gently as a light breeze flows around us. Maisie waits me out, walking quietly at my side while I sip my latte, but I can feel her watching me, so I blurt, “Mav stayed in my dorm last night!”
Scrunching my eyes shut, I keep walking, not realizing Maisie has stopped in her tracks until she shouts behind me.
“Wait, wait, what the fuck? You fucked him?”
My feet stop, I almost lose my footing as I turn to her. “What? No, of course I didn’t.” I don’t bother explaining I stupidly told him I would have.Shit. Why did I even do that?
Maisie grabs my hand, pulling me toward a bench where she gestures for me to sit. I drop down, fiddling with my hands in my lap as she watches me. Something about the way she narrows her eyes has me feeling like a child that’s about to be scolded by their mom.
