The last thing I want to do is discuss the situation. For the love of all that's holy, I'm not even sure what the situation is yet. What I know is that if he presses me hard enough for answers, I'll cave. Like a cheap stack of cards.I can't lie to him.I've never been able to hold anything back from Sam. I can't help but blurt out the truth when I'm in his presence. It's terrible. Even his mom, Beth, knows better than to confide in me when it has anything to do with Sam.Don't even mention the birthday surprise I managed to mess up a couple of years ago. I've yet to live that one down with his family. Instead, I do my best Jack-in-the-Box impersonation by popping out of my chair, nearly knocking it over in the process. "Let's dance."Yes-dancing.Loud music.Lots of quick paced movements.Elbow to elbow crowd.Zero opportunity to converse.Or-more than likely-interrogate me until he's gotten to the bottom of my odd behavior. FYI-Sam will one day make an excellent
It's after one in the morning when we finally decide to call it quits for the night. Even though we're heading out, there's a rowdy bunch who decide to stay and close down O'Brien's. To show us how lame we are for leaving early, they boo us on the way out.Loudly.With a grin, Roan gives them a one fingered salute in response. As we drive back to the apartment, I can't help but notice that Sam is quieter than usual.Once home, I wait until Roan disappears inside his room to FaceTime Ivy before hesitantly asking, "Is something wrong?"The strange vibe that keeps reverberating between us is now back in full force. It sucks all the oxygen from the room, making it almost impossible to breathe. Already it feels as if our relationship has shifted. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get a firm handle on the situation.And that frightens me. I'm not good with change. I'd prefer our relationship stay the same. Just friends. No weird vibes messing up what we have going on b
I stretch, fighting my way out of the best sleep I've had in months. As soon as I do, three things hit me at once.One-I'm not alone.Two-there's a warm palm cupping my breast.And yeah, it feels good.Three-I'm pretty sure there's a boner nestled against my backside.That's all it takes for my eyes to pop wide and I'm instantly awake, wondering what the hell happened last night and why I'm blanking on it. As I inhale a sharp breath, I hit rewind and try to figure it out.I remember going to O'Brien's and having a few drinks. Although certainly not enough to get blackout drunk.I danced with Sam and then Liam.We were booed out of the bar as we left.Sam was more quiet than usual on the drive home.I tossed and turned, trying to find sleep.Nerves prickle along my skin because it's all starting to come together now.I creeped into Sam's room so we could talk.I'm going to hazard a guess and say that it's Sam's hand palming my boob and his erection pressed against me. A
"Are you ready to go?" I want to hustle Violet back to the apartment so we can sit down and talk about what's going on between us. This conversation has been a long time in coming and it finally seems like she might be ready to have it.I also want to get her away from Garrison.Goddamn mother fuc-"I'm going to run to the bathroom before we leave, all right?" Violet says, forcing Liam to slide from the booth so she can shimmy her way out. I'm all too aware of the way his hand trails over her arm, all in the guise of helping her up.Yeah...nice try, pal. I know exactly what you're up to.The fact that Garrison nods at her like she's talking specifically to him makes me gnash my teeth together in aggravation. The dude is completely oblivious to the fact that he hijacked my breakfast. Then he stands in the middle of the aisle and watches her hips sway back and forth as she disappears toward the back of the restaurant. By the time Liam sits his ass down, I'm tempted to leap ac
"Does that feel all right?" Liam asks, tucking my long hair behind my ears before carefully pulling the helmet over my head.I give a quick nod and in return, he gifts me with a lazy smile.There is no denying it, Liam Garrison is a hot guy. The man oozes sex appeal through his pores. It's ridiculously intoxicating. That being said, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here with him. And part of me feels like crap for walking out on Sam. Maybe I should have said no to Liam's offer and headed back to the apartment with the blond football player.But then we would have ended up discussing last night...and the weeks leading up to it. As far as I'm concerned, that's just another bullet that has been dodged. It's not a conversation I want to engage in until I have a better handle on my feelings. For the time being, I'll avoid Sam by spending a little time with Liam. I can grab my stuff from his apartment later and head back to the dorms.Liam instructs me to climb on behind him un
When I make it back to the guy's apartment, Sam is nowhere to be found and Roan is walking out the door. He's hitting the library for some research and won't be home until after dinner. It's probably not a good sign that my first reaction is relief.Now I can throw all my stuff into a bag and get the hell out of here before Sam returns. Then, from the relative safety of my dorm, I can take a few days to think about what's going on between us. I'm hoping that with enough time and distance, these feelings will simmer down and-My phone dings with an incoming text.I grab it and scan the message.Crap.Carter is going to stay for another night.My belly flips in response to that bit of unwelcome news. All I want is to make a clean get away before Sam returns and forces me to discuss all the issues that have sprung up between us. That's the last thing I want to do. Doesn't he understand that avoidance is the best possible tactic at this point?Every time he popped into my hea
When I find the courage to slink back to the guy's apartment, it's well after midnight. Everything is dark and silent. I don't realize that I'm holding my breath until it rushes out in relief. There's no way I could face Sam right now. I'm embarrassed by my own behavior. Instead of turning away when I saw him, I stood there and gawked at his cock like a perv.His very hard, very thick cock.I really need to stop thinking about that. It's one thing to feel it nestled against my ass in the wee hours of the morning, separated by at least two layers of clothing, and quite another to catch a glimpse-all right, way more than a glimpse-up close and personal. If I had to, I could probably render a fairly accurate description to a sketch artist.Or pick it out of a line up.This is terrible.And we certainly aren't going to talk about how I was tempted to get even more up close and personal with his erection either.Unfortunately, I've been unable to think about little else since t
"Well, you sure are here bright and early."My grandmother pulls me in for a warm hug as I step inside the sunny kitchen.I shrug, and say with an overly cheerful smile, "I've missed you guys, and thought I'd swing by for breakfast."Those words have her lips tilting up at the corners. "Aww, you're such a sweet girl." In the very next breath, she adds, "You should have brought Sam with you."Yeah...there's no way that was going to happen. Even the thought is enough to leave me wincing. I couldn't get out of the apartment fast enough this morning. As soon as I heard Sam and Roan take off for their workout, I threw my things into a bag and flew out the door.Kind of like an escape convict fleeing the scene of a heinous crime.After last night, there was no way in hell I was sticking around for their return. As much as I would love to hash all this out with Sam and get our friendship back on track, I can't do it right now. My emotions are all over the place.If everything we