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But when I turn into the vending era, all thoughts of food immediately vanish from my brain—the only thing on my mind is the person I see in front of me, all alone.
Zoey.
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ZOEY
Iturn around as I sense someone step into the vending area behind me—and my breath catches in my throat when I see the sandy-blonde hair, sharp features, and sparkling emerald eyes I know all too well.
“Liam,” I sputter, my breath still hitched.
“Hey,” he says, the greeting a low, smooth rumble. He props his shoulder against the entryway of the vending area, casually leaning to the side while he slinks his hands into the pockets of the sweatpants that sit low and loose on his trim hips.
It defies reason that such a simple pose can look so devastatingly sexy.
No, Zoey!My conscience admonishes me.You willnotuse words like sexy when thinking about Liam Newcastle.
Right. Of course not. After Friday night, I’m over him, after all …
“You were hungry too?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he answers. “Plus, I’m still buzzing from that win. I thought taking a walk, even a short walk down the hall, would do some good to calm me down.”
I nod. “After winning that game, I’d say you deserve to stuff yourself with some junk food.”
His smooth chuckle makes my insides do a dance. “My thoughts exactly,” he says.
He takes a step forward, bringing him fully inside the vending area.
“Great minds think alike, I guess,” I joke a little awkwardly.
“You’re the one with the great mind.” He looks around the room, then settles his gaze back on me. “Thanks to your bright idea Friday night, we can be in a room alone together without feeling like we’re going to burst into flames.”
“Right,” I nod. “Complete success.”
“The steam’s been totally blown off.”
“Absolutely. No more tension.”
“None whatsoever.”
In a flash, our lips crush together, my chest is pressed against the hard plane of his torso, and his hands are grazing hungrily over my body. His lips are ravenous, not just caressing my own, butclaimingthem.
His kiss is hard and rough—and I pay him back by trapping his plush lower lip in between my teeth and pressing down, giving him a sharp bite. He moans into my mouth, responding by curling his fingertips into the soft flesh of my ass, so tight that it stings, but in the best way imaginable.
My chest expands with a breath as I press forward, dying to feel the hard and sharp contours of his muscles against me.
I pull my head back with a gasp, my cheeks burning like I just ran sprints in the hot summer sun. Liam’s gaze is heavy with desire.
“Would it be a bad idea to invite you back to my room?” I ask, breathlessly.
“Yes,” he rasps.
“Will you come back to my room?”
“I thought you’d never fucking ask,” he says.
A jolt of pure want shoots down my spine and spreads through my thighs as Liam effortlessly scoops me off the ground. I feel totally weightless in his hands as he carries me out of the vending area and marches me down the hall. A devious, dangerously seductive smile carves on his lips, popping his dimples, as he looks down at me, hunger roaring in his eyes.
