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King of Campus

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Grrrr.

It feels as if I’m clenching my jaw so tightly that all my teeth are going to shatter.

“Yeah, it’ll be a fun afternoon. I’ll have to dust off some of the old newspaper clippings I still have.” His ecstatic eyes slide back to mine. “I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. It’s been much too long.”

Unable to do anything else, I smile weakly in response until I’m finally able to disconnect. Then I throw my phone onto the bed before using both hands to shove at Roan’s strapping chest with all my might.

I can’t believe he just did that to me!


Unprepared for my violent assault, he falls back against my pillows in surprise. His eyes are like huge saucers. The look of cluelessness would be comical… if there were anything remotely amusing about this situation. Almost immediately he props himself up on his elbows so that he’s facing me. Albeit from a prone position on my bed as I tower over him in fury.

“Ah, you’re welcome,” he drawls as his brows slide together.

Oh that is it!

Throwing my hands up in the air, I screech like some kind of pterodactyl, “What the hell did you do that for?”

His brows pull even further together until they’re nothing more than a tight line across his forehead, as if he’s truly confused by how this is playing out. “Do what? What did I do?” His eyes search mine for a long silent moment before he finally asks, sounding just a little bit unsure, “You didn’t want to go home and see your family? I thought I was doing you a favor.”

“Well, you didn’t! The last place I want to go is home!” Feeling absurdly frustrated, I hop off the bed before starting to pace. After a few silent minutes, I say, “I’ll just tell him you had to cancel at the last minute. It’s not a big deal.” I’m talking to myself now. Trying to fix the mess he’s gotten me into.

This is what he’s driven me to… actually holding conversations with myself.

Pulling himself up into a sitting position, Roan watches me as I frantically walk the small space between the door and the bed. “Why don’t you want to see your family?” His words are quietly spoken as if he’s just realizing what a colossal mistake he’s made.

Stopping midstride, I turn to scowl at him. “It’s a long story,” I finally mutter under my breath because I don’t really want to share the details of my life with Roan. We’re not friends. Even though he said we were, we’re not.

Aside from Lexie, I don’t do that with anyone.

He continues looking at me expectantly as if silently trying to prod me into proceeding. Which isn’t going to happen. Instead I snap, “Why the hell would you answer my phone?”

He glances at my black encased phone that has a pair of tattered pink ballet shoes on the back. “No passcode.”

Ceasing my restless pacing, I fold my arms tightly across my chest before searing him with the heat of my glare. “Not having a passcode isn’t an invitation for you to answer the damn thing.”

His mouth quirks up. “Yeah, apparently it is. If it had been passcode protected, I couldn’t have answered your phone when you decided to turn tail and run instead of simply answering my question about that kiss. If you actually think about it, none of this would be happening right now if you had just answered the question.” He points to me before saying, “So, you see, this is really your fault.”

I gasp.

“Should’ve had a passcode and shouldn’t have run away when we were discussing that kiss.”

I look at him in stupefied amazement. “Not only are you demented, you’re totally delusional as well.”

He chuckles before springing forward and nabbing my hand. Then he pulls me to him until I’m tumbling onto his lap. Not a moment later, his big strong arms wrap around me, pinning me tightly against him. My breath hitches as I stare into those gorgeous eyes of his.

“I don’t think I’m delusional at all. That kiss was pretty damn fantastic.” He tilts his head to the side before murmuring, “Don’t you want to find out if it was just as good as you remember it being?”

Someone needs to slap me silly right now because yeah… I kind of do want to find that out. It was a completely spectacular kiss and I’m seriously hoping that I’ve built up the whole thing in my head. Because if I haven’t… well, then… Roan King is the best kiss I’ve ever had.

And that would just be all kinds of depressing.

Not that I’ll be mentioning this to Roan, but I did let Finn kiss me on Saturday night and it was decidedly lacking. Needless to say, it isn’t Finn’s kiss I’ve been fantasizing about for the past couple days.



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