Addicted

"Yeah! Congrats Miss WNBA. What the hell? No one has my number? I had no idea you guys got engaged, either. Wow. This day is just full of surprises."

His excitement caused my heart to race with anticipation of all we had to look forward to. I didn't have much time to think about it as the rest of our friends crowded around us tightly.

I turned to Tate and gave him the look.

"Getting claustrophobic?" He lifted his eyebrow.

"Yep. Get me out of here." I slipped my hand into his and ducked through the crowd behind him. We'd gotten good at getting out of places and finding somewhere to hide out. The hiding out usually turned into making out, which led to hot sex in a lot of unconventional places, but I wasn't the girl I used to be. I was a biker chick now. I had to be tough, ballsy, and ready to drop my panties in most places.

I smirked at the thought as he picked up our walk to a jog. His bike was just up ahead, and the thought of driving through the country for hours wrapped around the back of him sounded like bliss.

"Where we going?" He handed me my helmet and gave me a wicked grin.

"Anywhere, as long as I'm with you." I got onto the bike as he offered me his hand.

"That's my girl. Hold on. It might get a little bumpy."

"I'd expect nothing else from a guy like you." I slipped my hands around his waist and cupped his package tightly.

"So naughty, Val." He started the biked and pulled it onto a long stretch of road just outside of the college. I closed my eyes and snuggled against him, losing myself in the promise of today. Tomorrow would come soon enough, but I didn't want to waste a minute of my time with him.

Besides, forever wasn't nearly long enough.

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25 DAYS

By Claire Adams

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Claire Adams

Chapter 1

Chloe

"I honestly have no clue why you're bitching," Seth grumbled as he flopped down on my roommate's bed. "I'd give my left arm to spend Christmas in Aspen.”

"That's a lie and you know it." I turned back to the mirror and ran my brush back through my long blonde hair as I ignored his jab. He had it far better than any of us, seeing that his father had not only paid for everything from the minute he stepped on campus at UCLA, but was willing to pay the school to bend the rules to get him through.

"It's not. I love skiing and snowboarding." He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. His messy blond hair and regal good looks were the only reason I dated him. Nothing else about us made sense. He was a meathead jock with a bend toward beer and any game on TV, while I was a designer, a swimmer, and hated team sports with a passion.

"I'm talking about you giving up your left arm." I swirled around in my chair and smirked. "You're going to be a big football star, remember?"

"Yep, and you'll be sorry you left me." He shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Speaking of..." I wanted to push the topic of us breaking up, but the last time I did, the poor guy broke down in tears. It was ugly.

"Not this again." He stood and moved toward me. "You know how I feel about us."

"Yeah, but I'm moving on with my life, Seth. I care about you, I really do, but we're headed in separate directions. It's been a great ride, though."

He slid his arms around my waist and snuggled his face against my neck. "It doesn't have to stop, Chloe. Just because you're going to your Dad's for a month doesn't mean shit. You'll come back and we can just pick back up. Let's just consider it a break for now."