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Pale eyes stared at my tan skin, my round breasts with their dark brown nipples, the curves of my stomach and hips and thighs and ass. All the places I tried to keep tight and athletic, a little softer and rounder now because I’d had too much fun last semester.
“How do I look?” I whispered. I was used to guys having a reaction the first time we got naked. Patrick’s silence unnerved me.
"You look nervous," he whispered. "You should be."
I shuddered. More juices slicked my pussy, and he could see them because my legs were spread.
A ringtone split the heavy air. I froze. He paused, crouching over me in his button-down shirt and jeans.
“That’s probably my friend Sydney,” I said. “I told her to check in with me after an hour. If I don’t pick up, she’ll call James.”
A smile curled his lips. “Is this the friend you were talking to in the quad?”
“Yes.”
“Let me guess. The same friend you were with at that party last fall? The blonde girl?”
“You mean, when you slipped me a random napkin? Yes.”
He climbed off me. “Better not keep her waiting.”
I shot him a look of death and walked to my purse. It lay by the door, where I’d dropped it. My body was heavy with need, every nerve ending alive. I was naked in this stranger’s room, naked and freaked out and desperately turned on. Patrick got off the bed, his eyes on me as I took out my phone.
“Hey.”
“Hey babe!” Sydney chirped, like she hadn’t completely crushed me when I’d asked her for help this afternoon. On a sudden impulse, I put the phone on speaker so Patrick could hear her. “What’s happening? Who’s this Patrick dude?”
Patrick raised his eyebrows when Sydney’s voice came through the speaker. Standing by his desk, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Oh, just some guy in James’s frat,” I answered.
“Are you in his room?”
“Not right now.”
Patrick’s head jerked up. A little smile flickered across his face. Undoing the last button on his shirt, he shrugged it off, laid it on his chair, and pulled his undershirt over his head.
Beautifulwasn’t the word. His shoulders, chest, and arms were carved. Rugged. Massive. Intimidating.
“So, talk to me,” Sydney urged. “Scale of one to ten?”
“Seven for face, ten for body.” Patrick held my gaze as he unbuckled his belt. “He’s seriously jacked.”
“Niiice. Give me details.”
“We’re not doing much.” I crossed my legs. My thighs were slick. “Mostly hanging out and listening to music.” My mouth was taking over, making shit up. “Patrick has crappy taste in music.”
Cold blue eyes rolled over me, turning my bare skin to goosebumps. Patrick kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants.
“Sucks,” Sydney was saying. “But at least you have a place for the night if you want it. See? I told you you could find someone to keep you warm. Just be nice to him.”
My fingers tightened around the phone as I stared at Patrick.
“I’m so fucking sick of being nice,” I muttered.
“What did you say?” Sydney asked.
“Nothing.”
