I rise up and go to her, pulling her into my arms. “And you’re a lot meaner.”
Before she can complain, I’m kissing her, murmuring my approval when she opens to me without hesitation. Damn this girl is so fucking sexy. We are making all the right steps, and it’s all leading to exactly what I want. I predict I’ll take her virginity before winter break starts.
At the rate we’re going, it’ll be easy to get her to have sex with me.
And then what? What happens next? I forget all about her, like the other girls before her?
I don’t know if I can do that with Wren. She sticks with me. Within me.
All the time.
I can’t stop thinking about her. And after what happened between us just now? Forget it. She’ll consume me. I know she will.
She already does.
When she breaks away from me, her lips are swollen, her breath hitching in her throat. “We need to go.”
“Yeah.” I kiss her one last time, then let her go, grabbing my coat while she slips on that black puffy jacket she wore over. She puts on a pair of beat-up UGGs and then we’re headed out the door, out the building, and into the bitterly cold night.
I haul her close to me, draping my arm around her shoulders as we walk along the iced-over sidewalks, our steps careful, so we don’t slip. We don’t say much, our breaths forming little clouds when we exhale, and she’s shivering next to me, despite me holding her close.
When her dorm building comes into view, I have to restrain her so she doesn’t break free of me.
“I need to get inside,” she says to me when I grab hold of her hood and don’t let go. “It’s almost ten. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
The pleading look she sends my direction has me letting go of her hood, but she doesn’t run away.
Instead, she throws herself at me, her arms sneaking in beneath my coat to give me a hug, the fur ball on her hat smacking me in the mouth. “I had fun,” she murmurs.
Fun. That’s one way to describe what we did tonight.
She tilts her head back, her gaze meeting mine. “Please don’t make it weird between us tomorrow.”
“I should be the one telling you that.” I kiss her fast, then gently push her out of my arms. “Go. Before you’re late.”
A smile crosses her lips, her eyes sparkling as she takes a step backward. Then another. Her footing slips, her expression turning downright comical, and I’m about to go catch her, but in the end, she remains upright.
“Be careful,” I hiss at her, and she just laughs.
Such a pretty sound.
She turns and runs—carefully—to her building, disappearing through the double doors. I start to make my way back to my room, slowing my steps when I spot a flash of car lights pulling into the parking lot.
Odd. It’s late. No one is allowed off campus during the weeknights, unless they have special permission.
Forgetting about going back to my building, ignoring the cold, I creep closer to the parking lot, until the car comes fully into view. A late-model Nissan sedan sits there idling, two people sitting inside. I can make out their heads, how they’re bent close together, but not their features, though I recognize the vehicle.
It’s fucking Figueroa’s car.
I duck behind a bush, slowly tilting my head around it to see who might pop out of the passenger side door. Figures the pervert would take a girl off campus on a weeknight. Can’t even control himself and wait until the weekend, when the rules are lax. It’s probably Maggie. Rumor around campus is that they’ve been hooking up all semester, and I heard her boyfriend recently broke up with her because of it.
Messy.
The door finally swings open, and I wait to see Maggie’s familiar dark blonde head.
But it’s not Maggie who’s climbing out of Fig’s car.
It’s Natalie.