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“You just thought I had it easier than you.”
She presses her lips together and gives a short nod.
“That’s fair.” I pull my legs up and rest my arms across my knees. “For what it’s worth, I don’t know if I would’ve worked half as hard as I did if I hadn’t been competing with you.”
“That’s something we have in common then.” She gives a sheepish grin. “I sometimes feel like I’ve still been competing with you all this time. It’s probably why I was so obsessed with making this reunion weekend as perfect as possible.”
“To prove once and for all that you were better than me?” I chuckle. “If you only knew.”
“Knew what?”
Part of me wants to tell her that I always knew she was better and more deserving of praise than I was. But admitting that would probably lead to me admitting to something else. Something I don’t think she’d thank me for telling her.
A loud thud makes both of us jump. Samantha gives a little yelp and moves closer to me. I instinctively wrap my arm around her. My pounding heart eases slightly knowing that—no matter what—I have her close, so I can protect her.
“What was that?” she whispers. The trembling in her usually confident voice makes my chest ache.
I shake my head and lean to the side, trying to listen more closely. We aren’t left waiting long. Another thud rings through the library. This time, it’s accompanied by the faint blowing of air.
We both look up at the vent overhead.
I rub her arm but don’t release my hold on her. “I guess they didn’t turn everything off completely for the summer.”
“It’s probably on a timer to keep the humidity from ruining the furniture and books.” She takes a deep breath. “I suppose we should try to get some rest.”
“I suppose so.”
Taking the hint, I let my arm drop. I wait for her to slide off the table and go back to her side of the library.
Instead, she lays back down on the table. She pats the empty space next to her. “Come on. I’d hate for you to miss out on your beauty sleep.”
“Are you saying I need it?”
She just arches an eyebrow in that way of hers. I’m still grinning as I settle in beside her and close my eyes. It isn’t long before her breathing slows into a deep, even pattern.
It takes me longer to fall asleep. My mind is racing with everything that’s happened tonight and everything that’s changed.
One thing is clear. I like Samantha. A lot. I always have. I was just too stubborn and stupid to admit that every one of our arguments was the equivalent of me pulling her hair on the playground.
The question is, how does Samantha feel about me? Have I done enough to change the way she sees and thinks about me? Or will I always be the poor little rich boy she’s racing to the finish line?
I must fall asleep at some point. Because the next time I open my eyes, a faint pre-dawn light glows through the windows. But I don’t look outside or even past the other side of the table. I can’t see past the mess of Samantha’s thick blonde hair.
Sometime during the night, we moved closer to each other. Now, she’s curled up against me. Her back to my chest. Her head resting on my outstretched arm.
And her soft, luscious ass is pressed squarely against my painfully hard cock.
EIGHT
SAMANTHA
Before I even open my eyes, I sense that I’m not alone. My spine tenses and my eyes fly open.
In the soft pre-dawn light, I see the Pacific West library. I remember. I was stuck here overnight when the door somehow locked. I wasn’t stuck here alone.
And a certain part of my overnight cellmate’s body is making its presence known right now.
For a brief second—and just one second—I consider pushing my behind back into Zack. I could always pretend I was stretching and forgot where I was and who was lying beside me. But considering that we ended up not only sleeping next to each other but snuggling, that’s probably more than enough shock for one morning.
