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Now, the three of us are gathered in a quiet section of the library. Link and Trey are distracting beyond measure while I’m trying to concentrate.
“It needs more sex, Sunshine,” Link says, smirking cockily at a paragraph in my screenplay where I describe my fingers tracing his torso in embarrassing detail.
I roll my eyes and throw my pen at him, which he catches deftly.
Showoff.
“It’s a school project, Link, not soft-core porn, so I don’t think there should be vivid descriptions of your big cock and my wet pussy,” I say, my tone heavy with sarcasm.
“Jesus, when you say ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ like that, it makes me want to do filthy things to you.” He gives me a hooded look and blatantly adjusts his cock. “Also, you should use something besides ‘big’ to describe my dick—that’s way too generic.” His lips tug up in a smile that makes my heart do backflips.
Trey drops his book onto his lap in frustration. “You guys are going to give me a serious boner in the fucking library if you don’t stop. Can’t you work on something that doesn’t involve smut?”
I hide a smile and ignore him, quickly typing ‘big’ into a Thesaurus search. “Maybe ‘colossal,’ ‘vast,’ ‘hulking’?” I giggle, and then my eyes widen with glee as I skim the results. “Oh! What about ‘a whale of a penis?’”
Trey snorts a laugh, and Link glares. “Okay, you ruined it.”
I stick my tongue out at him and go back to marking my paper with my red pen.
Link sighs. “You’re making a lot of work for yourself, Sunshine.”
“At least my comments are helpful,” I retort, raising an eyebrow at the ‘more sex’ comment that Link scribbled in all caps in the margin of my screenplay.
“What?” Link protests. “I stand by my criticism. Making it artsy and emotional is fine and all, but it feels like part of the story is missing. I’m serious. Think about it.”
I bite my lip, giving his advice some actual thought. “I guess I can talk to Dr. Jackson about it and see if I’d be crossing a lineby adding a tasteful sex scene—but I’m not asking him if we can make some poor theater major do full frontal.”
“Good girl,” Link says, his voice lowering to a sexy timbre as he eye-fucks me across the table. My core tingles with just those two words.
“And there it is,” Trey says with a frustrated growl, lowering his book over the growing erection in his basketball shorts. “You guys are the worst.”
“Is that a book in your lap, or are you just happy to see me?” Brantley says, grinning like an asshole as he walks up to our table.
Link and I snicker.
“For fuck’s sake,” Trey mutters.
Brantley pulls out an empty chair and flips it around, then sits down, his hazel eyes intense. “I’ve got some gossip for you guys.” He lowers his voice and glances around.
We all look at him expectantly, and let’s face it—skeptically—because it’s hard to tell when to take him seriously.
“Guess who showed up at practice today? Matt-fuckhead-Johnson.”
I suddenly feel like I’ve been dropped into a vat of ice water, freezing all my limbs and constricting the air from my lungs. I stare at Brantley with wide, frightened eyes.
The guys didn’t tell Brantley exactly what Matt did to me—past or present—only that it was unforgivable, which was all he needed. He might be a bit of a clown sometimes, but Brantley’s a loyal friend, and he’s been acting as our eyes and ears in case someone from the hockey scene heard from Matt. But we didn’t expect him to just show up.
“Coach gave him hell at practice for being MIA for the past two weeks. But we have a big game Saturday that will determine whether we make it to the Frozen Four, so he hardly got any punishment other than a verbal warning.” Brantley gives a smallshrug. “Matt was pretty close-lipped about the reason he was gone when anyone asked. Honestly, though, the vibe he’s giving is pretty weird.”
A wave of panic rises in my chest. I thought campus would be safe, that he’d be stupid to show up here, but now…
The thought of running into him, even in a public setting, terrifies me.
I don’t even realize how bad I’m shaking until Link covers my hand with his and Trey’s fingers gently tap my thigh under the table.
Brantley eyes me warily. “You okay, Charlie? I know he did some shit. You guys gonna tell me what it was?”
Link glances at me as if in askance.
