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My stomach dropped. “Wait. Seriously?”
She nodded, smiling like it was the easiest thing in the world. “I was waiting to tell you away from the others. He’s hosting a party next week–very private, very important guests. He wanted me to invite
you.”
I stared at her. Flattered didn’t even cover it. Opportunities like that didn’t just fall in your lap. They changed everything.
“Thank you,” I said, voice low.
She touched my arm softly. “I just think you’re great, Noah. You’ve got an amazing future, and I want to see you get there.”
Her words twisted in my chest like a knife. This–this was what I’d always wanted. To be seen. To be recognized. To have a real chance to make it, to finally be able to help my family, get my sister out, make something of myself.
And it should’ve been with Aiden. No one else.
By the time we circled back toward the dorms, we stopped on the
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steps overlooking the campus, lights and laughter spilling out behind us. Lexie turned, her hair brushing my arm, her perfume wrapping
around me.
And before I could think, she leaned in and kissed me.
She kissed me, and I kissed her back–cool on the outside, dying on the inside. Christ, what kind of quarterback was afraid of a girl and a kiss? My heart was pounding like I’d just sprinted a hundred yards, not from passion but from pure panic.
Hoping to steer us away, I pulled back just enough. “Should we go back? Grab another drink?” Please, God, let her say yes. Maybe she’d drink too much and head home. Maybe I could.
Instead, she slipped her arm around my waist, her voice low and easy. “Maybe you could invite me over instead?”
Fuck.
Why were girls so damn forward these days? Did nobody get raised the right way anymore? Suddenly I wanted to bolt back to the bathroom, shove my phone in my hand, and make Aiden forbid me from touching her. Like he had that once. But then again, it was in his contract–no thirds.
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And hadn’t he told me to take the fucking walk? Everyone knew
walking away during a college party was code for sex.
My throat went dry. Okay, fine. One drink. We’d sit, we’d laugh, maybe she’d get bored, and I could escape without wrecking
everything.
I forced a grin. “Let’s grab a drink first. Then I’ll give you the grand
tour.”
We made it back inside, her arm still looped around me like I’d already agreed to everything. My head was buzzing–not from beer but from the sheer insanity of the situation.
Up the stairs, down the hall, and then we were in my room. She glanced around, eyes catching on the mess–playbooks, notes, football gear scattered everywhere.
“Wow,” she teased, picking up one of my notebooks. “Very glamorous, QB. Should I be impressed or worried you live like a caveman?”
I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Hey, I’m organized… in my
own way.”
“Uh–huh.” She smirked, setting the notebook down before plopping herself right on my bed like she owned it.
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“Careful,” I said, grinning nervously. “That’s premium Wolf territory.”
She leaned back on her elbows, eyes glinting. “Guess I’ll have to pay
the toll, then.”
My throat went dry.
Before I knew it, she was leaning in again. Close. Too close. Her boobs were pressing together, almost brushing my chest, and damn, I was definitely not gay. Apparently bi, but not gay for sure. The physical attraction was there, strong as ever, and my cock involuntarily
twitched inside my pants.
She probably noticed because when her lips brushed against my ear, there was no mistaking it—this wasn’t a party joke or a flirty walk. This was an invitation. A promise.
I froze, caught between the burn in my chest and the heat between
us,
knowing exactly where this could go if I didn’t stop it now.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
