Almost immediately, his cock grew thick against my belly. But I ignored it.
This was an experiment.
After a few seconds, he caught up with the program. His hands speared through my hair and he tilted my head to the side as he found a better angle to kiss me.
I let him. Let him kiss me back while I thrust my tongue into his mouth but even as I went through the motions, I knew nothing was happening.
I wasn’t wet. I wasn’t even remotely turned on.
A defeated sob escaped me and I pulled back. It had been a stupid decision to kiss him. But looking at him, knowing how hot he got other girls, I’d wanted to see if he could stir some kind of reaction in me.
Any kind would have been appreciated, dammit.
I was tired of feeling out in the cold. So damn tired.
Wiping my mouth, I told him flatly, “That was a mistake.”
He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his cock. “Does that feel like a mistake to you, babe?”
He looked so goddamn arrogant at that moment, I wished I’d planned this just to let him take the fall. But I hadn’t. I’d just wanted to kiss him, to see if I could feel something… anything. But I hadn’t. Not a damn thing.
With Cooper, a kiss, a touch, nothing even that risqué, and I felt like I could blow up with the suddenness and intensity of what he made me feel.
That in comparison to this was like being doused in freezing cold water.
I pulled my hand away from his, and I knew I surprised him with my strength—those kickboxing classes Cooper had encouraged me to take were paying off, it seemed.
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I’m just not into you.”
His eyes widened with outrage, but before he could say anything, I turned away from him and headed down the path to my apartment.
“You frigid bitch,” he snarled, and he jerked my shoulder to turn me back to face him. “You think you can tease me and get away with it?” he snarled.
Despite myself, I wasn’t frightened. I didn’t even feel hazy from the tequila. “Which is it, Jed? Am I frigid or a tease, I’m not sure I can be both?”
His lips curled in a sneer. “You bitches are all the same. Thinking you can get reactions out of us…”
“Actually, I was looking for a reaction in me. If you’d turned me on, I’d be taking you back to my place now. But you didn’t. You’re a shit kisser. And if you don’t back the fuck away from me, I’ll scream. And Tony’s,” the bar we’d been drinking in. “is only down that way. This is a public spot, lots of footfall,” I retorted easily. “I’d hate for you to lose your scholarship over sexually harassing me, Jed.”
I could see his skin pale further with fury, but he stepped back. “This isn’t the end of this.”
I just smiled at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to tell everyone you’re shit in bed.”
He let out a growl and stalked off.
Funny thing was I had no problem with people thinking I was a slut—he could say whatever shit he wanted about me, and it wouldn’t hurt. I was a virgin, after all. Pure as snow, and all that shit.
Sure, no one would know that, but I did, and my opinion of myself was the only thing that mattered.
I trudged back home, and my thoughts weren’t centered on Jed and the almost disaster I’d just waded into. But Cooper.
How was I ever going to get over him? Jed was one of the campus’s most eligible douchebags. If he didn’t do it for me when he had nearly all the women here panting after him… then what hope was there for me?
The thought ricocheted around my head, and it was why, twenty minutes later, I fell into bed and sobbed into my pillow.
Cooper was it for me. I knew it, and so did he.
Why was the bastard doing this to us? I asked myself, and the question didn’t disappear until I fell asleep, my sobs still racking my body as I tumbled into nothingness.