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“Move.” He stopped when we were toe to toe, his eyes flashing with anger.

“Make me.”

He dropped his bag on my foot.

“Ow! Asshole.”

“You really want to fight me?” He leaned closer, his chest only inches from mine.

His hot breath, minty and a bit citrusy, like the gum he’d been chewing on the drive over, ghosted over my cheek.

My breath caught as he pulled himself up to his full height.

He wasn’t much taller than me, but he was so damn broad and strong he made me feel puny in comparison.

“You know I could break you in half without even trying.” He bent his head and let his lips hover next to my ear. “But maybe you’d like that.”

I jerked back and slammed my head against the door.

“I fucking hate you.”

He smirked as I rubbed the back of my head and glared at him.

“Besides. It only makes sense for me to have the room with the double bed. It’s not like your virgin ass is going to need more than a single.”

“I’m not a virgin,” I lied, my cheeks heating as another wave of anger washed over me.

“Sure, you’re not.” He crowded me against the door, pressing his chest against mine. “I know all about you and Gavin.”

What? How had he found out about us?

We’d dated last year. Well, dated was being generous. We’d met up and fooled around for a few months in secret while Gavin had pretended to be straight to his frat brothers.

I was out and had been since I was seventeen. Gavin was in hard denial.

He’d wanted to fuck, but I’d broken things off with him after a few blow jobs he’d refused to reciprocate. Being with him had been exciting at first, but it had soon become clear that I would never be more than his dirty little secret.

“I know all about how you wouldn’t let him deflower you. Twenty-one years old and you still haven’t taken a dick.”

“Maybe I wanted to be the one to fuck him.”

Fuck my life. I hated the way my voice shook as I tried to move away from him.

He was so big, so intimidating, and I was trapped between his annoyingly sexy body and the door. Thank fuck I was too pissed off to get hard. He’d never let me livethatdown.

“Sure, Julian.” He chuckled, the sound low and sultry in my ear. “I totally believe you’re a big bad top just waiting to find the perfect bottom to pop your cherry with.”

“Just because you’ll fuck any girl who smiles at you doesn’t mean we all have to be that way.”

He stepped back, that damn smirk still in place. “It’s cute you still believe in love and romance. You want a boy to come and sweep you off your feet? Buy you flowers and candy and write poems about your pretty eyes?”

“I. Hate. You. So. Much.”

He wasn’t wrong. The flowers and poetry parts were false, but it would be nice to find a guy who wanted to spend time with me outside the bedroom. I didn’t necessarily need romance and love, but an actual boyfriend would be a bonus.

“Likewise. Now move away from my door before I make you.”

I did, hating myself a little bit more as I gave in to him again.


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