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That last declaration is what sends me over the edge.
I come with a loud cry, my inner muscles spasming around him as everything shatters in pleasure. So lost in the swell of ecstasy that I’m barely aware of the warmth seeping inside of me when he finishes, a physical declaration of what he just told me.
Him marking me in the same way I marked him.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
CASSIA
Brooks is the first person I see when I step inside the campus coffee shop. His eyes light up as soon as he spots me, heading straight this way.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” My greeting is more hesitant than his, so I force a smile to make up for it. “Are you transferring here or something?” I tease.
“Uh, no.” Brooks chuckles, but it comes out sounding a little forced. “I never sleep well in a new place. Especially if thatnew placeis a flat sectional at a frat house.”
“Yeah, I’m the same way,” I admit. “Technically, we call it the basketball house, not a frat house.”
“I thought the party last night was at the basketball house.”
“The JV house. Holden’s place is called Varsity.”
“That’s a thing in college? I thought that was just high school.”
“It depends on the university. Basketball is big here, so they do.”
“Bishop and James are on JV? They’re massive.”
I smile and shake my head. “No. They’re seniors on varsity too. But Holden was the only freshman to make it onto varsity, so the nickname is more for him.”
“Ah. He must be pretty good, then.”
I nod. “He is.” I glance ahead, wishing the line would move faster. “Are you guys headed back to campus today?” I ask.
“Yeah. Whenever Finn drags his hungover ass out of bed. That’ll probably be a few hours from now, based on experience. Which you probably know.”
I shrug a shoulder. “Sort of.”
“What do you mean? Didn’t you go to high school with him?”
“Yeah, I did. We weren’t exactly part of the same social scene, though.”
His nod is slow. “Listen, I’m sorry about Bailey.”
I tense at the sound of her name. “Not your fault,” I say.
“I should have seen it coming. I saw Holden leaving her house that morning. Then she decides to come up here this weekend, when she’s never joined Finn before? All sus. I figured it was because I came. She sometimes goes on these crusades for us to get back together and I—”
“Wait.” I glance at him. “Bailey is your ex? The one girl—the girl who cheated on you?”
“Yeah. Holden didn’t tell you?”
I’m not sure if he means it that way or not, but I catch the subtle dig. The implication that Holden feeds me scraps and I take whatever he offers. That I get sections of stories and am okay with it.
So there’s a slight edge to my voice as I tell him, “We had more important things to discuss.”
“Everything is okay between you guys, then?”
