“Because you like naked men running around trying to find things to dry themselves with?”
“First naked man in my dorm.” I tried to hide my smile but ended up bursting out laughing.
“Stop laughing.”
It felt good to laugh, so I laughed harder. He looked so hot and pathetic standing there.
“That’s it.” In a blur, he charged toward me and threw me onto the couch. He hovered over my body, his eyes heated.
And this time, rather than overthink, I did what felt natural. I jerked his head down and kissed him hard on the mouth.
With a groan, he relaxed against me and then pulled my body tightly against his. I could feel every muscle, every breath he took as if I was breathing with him. I didn’t want the moment to end; I wanted it to last forever.
Moaning, I scratched down his back.
With a growl, he reached for my tank top, just as the phone buzzed on the table.
“Phone.” I breathed.
“I don’t care.”
“It could be important.”
“This is important.”
“Tristan…”
Cursing, he pulled back and snatched his phone from the table. “This better be good,” he barked.
His entire face paled within a few seconds, and then he was off me, diving for my computer.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I watched in horror as he pulled up the same webpage I’d helped create, the same web page that had ended up being my downfall.
The homepage had changed.
Instead of having videos of other people...
It had nothing but videos of me and Tristan.
Everywhere.
Holding hands. Kissing. Making out in my dorm room.
And that wasn’t the worse part.
Because there was a live feed, and he’d just been naked, with me, on school property.
I gasped, covering my face with my hands, while Tristan slammed the computer shut then ran over to all the cameras and pulled the wires from them.
His chest was heaving.
I was too shocked to cry. “How?”
Tristan cursed and looked away. “I don’t know, but… I think it’s safe to say our relationship is no longer illegal.”
“Because you’re fired?”