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The rush of relief is so strong I slump back against the white sheets, my eyes closing and my breath leaving me in a long exhale.
Cassia has forgiven me for a lot of shit.
I don’t think she would have forgiven ayes.
I don’t think I could have asked her to.
“Thank God,” I breathe.
“But I’m up for it.” A warm hand brushes my abs, dangerously close to my dick, and I realize lying back down was a big mistake. I’m in bed with a naked chick who is not my girlfriend, for fuck’s sake.
I jump out of the bed like someone just electrocuted me and grab my shorts. “I have a girlfriend.”
“So? That didn’t matter last night.”
I glance at her, my heart back in my throat. “You said nothing happened.”
She rolls her eyes. “Nothing did. I came up tomybedroom, and you were passed out and half-naked. I couldn’t move you, so I just went to sleep. Plus, you were hot.” Her gaze roves my shirtless state appreciatively. “You obviously came up here looking for something.”
I snort. “Yeah. Abed.”
I lean down to grab my shirt. When I stand again, the blonde is still lying in the same spot, making no attempt to hide her body. The sheets areright thereto cover up with, and she’s flashing her tits.
“Well,you’re welcome,” she snarks. “I could have called Campus Security, told them there was a random guy in my bed.”
I exhale. “I’m sorry. I was wasted, and it willdefinitelynever happen again.”
“Is it serious?” she asks. “With your girlfriend?”
Her eyes are a contrast to her bored tone. Alert and aware, skimming over my body with interest.
I quickly yank my shirt on and start hunting around for my sneakers.
“Yes,” I reply firmly. “It’s very serious.”
“Too bad.” She clicks her tongue and stands, still naked as she strolls over to the adjoining bathroom and shuts the door.
I put on my shoes as fast as I possibly can.
Open the bedroom door and slip into the hallway, well aware it looks like I’m doing a walk of shame. Trash—empty red cups and crumpled beer cans and a condom wrapper—litters the hallway as I walk through the silent house.
Every creak makes me flinch.
I get downstairs without seeing anyone.
But there’s a familiar face standing in the living room, straightening up the mess.
The house is even more of a disaster down here.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” I say.
Brooks raises one eyebrow as he glances over. My memory of last night is hazy enough, I can’t even recall if he was at the party. He must have been, I guess, if he’s helping clean up.
There’s a black trash bag at his feet, half-filled with garbage he’s collected. “I go here, remember?”
I rub the back of my neck. “And you live here?”
“In thesororityhouse?” He raises one eyebrow, then shakes his head. “No, I live down the block. Just came over to help clean up.”
