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“Really?”
“It’s not like an ordinary campus.” Emma throws her hand up. “It’s more like an office building, and all the floors look the same.” She shakes her head. “I wandered into the wrong class once.”
“Well, to be fair, I’ve done that in the office too,” Jade confesses. “The worst part is that I go in, and everyone’s speaking Spanish, and I have to work out if I’m in the wrong room or they’re just speaking Spanish before the meeting starts.”
When it gets too cold outside, we wander back in, and I start dinner. It’s a simple soup, perfect after relaxing in the nippy air outside, and good to eat in front of the TV.
Two by two, we go shower; Jade first and me when the soup simmers. Pajama-clad, we lounge on the couches and chairs while I pull up a movie.
We settle on nostalgia—The Princess Bride—and when Wesley reveals himself to Buttercup, Chris emerges from his wing.
“There’s soup on the stove,” I tell him.
“Thanks,” he says with a wink.
A few minutes later, he passes with a bowl heading back to his studio.
“Come join us,” Jade calls out, and the rest of them echo the sentiment. Tessa even slides down onto the floor so Chris can sit next to me.
I’m leaning against the armrest of the couch, and Chris sits close to me. I slide my feet over and nudge his legs, burying my toes under his thigh. He leans toward me. “The soup is wonderful.”
“Thanks.”
I half pay attention to the movie. When Chris finishes eating, he places the empty bowl on the side table and gathers my sock-clad feet into his lap. He rubs my arches, and I sink down lower.
We steal glances at each other, amusement atto blaveandperfect breastsand then, the most romantic of all kisses throughout history.
When the movie’s over, I try to get up and clean, but Jade shoves me down. “We’ll take care of the kitchen. You,” she points at Chris, “keep rubbing. Sara worked hard to plan the perfect day for us. She deserves to put her feet up a bit.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Chris’s thumbs knead the soles of my feet, and I close my eyes and relax. My friends are loud at first, the din of cleaning up and laughter keeping me awake until it fades away, not into sleep because how can I sleep when all I can think about is Chris’s hands on me? Instead, they’ve quietly left us alone, one by one going upstairs.
I open my eyes, and Chris takes it as an invitation. The lights are mostly off, except for a floor lamp in one corner that’s been on for the movie night. In the near-dark, Chris slides my feet out of his lap and presses a knee into the cushions between my legs, crawling over my body.
“Have I told you I hate your hoodies?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my neck, slowly lowering his weight onto me. All the reasons that this shouldn’t happen, the ones I listed in the car with my friends, have completely left me, especially because Chris smells like soap and laundry, and the heat of his mouth is overwhelming.
“No,” I say on a sigh, and tilt my chin up, giving him more space to put his mouth on me. He sucks lightly, an open mouth kiss that makes me gasp.
His hands slip under the cotton, finding my bare stomach and flattening against my skin. “I miss watching you move. These hoodies cover everything up,” he complains, and I giggle.
“So sorry.”
Chris presses his body down on mine, shifting his hips, and I feel how hard he is against me. It makes my hips restless, heat pooling between my legs and my body overheating.
“Take it off,” I suggest, tugging at the material, and Chris obliges, pulling the zipper down and pushing the sweatshirt off my shoulders. It stays there, the two of us too lazy—or too involved in our kisses—to pull it all the way off. But then Chris backs off, staring down at me, holding himself above me and devouring every inch with his eyes.
25
Chris
God,Sara is beautiful. Despite the goosebumps on her skin from the cool air, her cheeks and neck are flushed, the spot I sucked on blending into the rest of the redness. A sports bra covers her breasts, but it’s not padded, and her nipples strain against the fabric.
I lower myself back down and capture her mouth. Kissing her is so satisfying, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve had plenty of women in my lifetime—there were groupies even before we got famous—and I’ve never been unsatisfied.
Sara’s different. I know her in a way I’ve never known any other woman, except maybe June. But June is a best friend, someone I’ve been through so much with. Not once have I thought about her like this.
Our hips grind together, and my cock, hard and solid, pushes against her. I wonder, with a twist of my hips, if I can find just the right spot.
Sara breaks our kiss off with a gasp, and I do the same motion again and again, rocking my hips and watching the flush move up her chest. Her eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, and so fucking sexy.
