Of course, as soon as I start to think that, the moment between us ends.

Oliver pulls away, leaving me breathless, with my swollen lips burning for him.

“Fuck, my brothers were right, you do taste sinful, but oddly sweet too.” His eyes reflect hunger and when he swipes at his bottom lip with his thumb I nearly come undone.

He takes a step back to leave, and somehow I find my voice, “Wait, don’t leave.”

“Stay in your dorm. If I find out you left, I’m spanking that sexy ass until its red.” My gaze widens partially because he’s so straight forward about the punishment and partially because I kinda want to break the rules just to see if he’ll do it.

“But…”

He shakes his head, and lifts a brow in warning, “Be a good girl now.” The words come out in a whisper and before I can muster up a response he’s gone, walking down the hall. I stare at his back until he’s out of sight and then sigh against the door.

What the hell just happened?

“Oh my god, you’re totally sleeping with all three of them. Wow, you really are a slut. I better not catch you trying to seduce my boyfriend with one of your kinky fuck fests.” Some girl I failed to notice standing in the hall snarls. Horror, shock, and disgust reflect in her features.

Jesus, how long has she been standing there? Scrubbing a hand down my face I ignore her, and only then do I realize that the boys have slowly been making the rumors worse, showing up here, kissing me, leaving my dorm at random times. I thought it was bad having them follow me around but now they’re kissing me, touching me, and my body is short circuiting.

“Holy hell,” I mumble to myself.

My breathing is still uneven, and my lips feel like they are on fire. Maybe I should heed Oliver’s warning, but I really need to get that paper done, I need to get to the library and apologize to the librarian, begging her to let me in. I reach for my backpack—My blood pressure spikes—my backpack, that little shit took my bag with him. I don’t even think as I run down the hall, and around the corner to the door.

That asshole with his stupidly good kissing skills distracted me. Shoving the door open I step out into the night, cool air kissing my heated cheeks. I look around the well-manicured lawn looking for anyone that might look like Oliver but find no one.

It’s eerily quiet. Motherfuck! Descending the steps, I start to head in the direction of the library. I have no way of getting out to their mansion, so I hope he hasn’t left campus yet. Along the way I silently scold myself. I’m stupid, so stupid. I let my hormones rule me again. I have got to stop thinking with my vagina. I’m supposed to dislike the Bishop Brothers, not want to ride them like Channing Tatum in the Magic Mike movie.

Caught up in my own thoughts I round the corner and collide with another body, a body that’s much larger, much beefier than my own. The impact causes me to bounce like a bouncy ball of off the person and land harshly on the concrete sidewalk.

“Ugh.” I whine, an ache radiating up my spine. My night goes from bad to worse when I find Sullivan staring down at me. His face lit by the soft glow of the street lamp above us.

“Weren’t you told to stay in your dorm?” he accuses, like I’m a child sneaking out and he’s my parent.

“The gentleman thing to do would be to apologize and then help me up,” I spit coldly, my eyes lingering on him a little longer than they should. Stop staring. Stop staring, Harlow. He’s got his hands tucked into a pair of worn jeans, and he’s wearing a dark Henley that shows off his toned chest, and biceps perfectly.

Boo, why can’t they stop looking gorgeous, and while they’re at it stop following me around too. These shenanigans are getting old.

“I’m not a gentleman, but I thought you already knew that?” The boyish grin he gives me makes my heart start to race. If these three don’t stop fucking with me, I’ll be going into cardiac arrest. I feel like every time I escape the frying pan one of them finds me and tosses me back into the fire. It’s beyond exhausting.

“Ain’t that the truth,” I mumble under my breath, I still have the throbbing pain in my spine, but I push through and get up off the sidewalk. I wipe my sweaty hands on the front of my skinny jeans.

“I don’t need a babysitter, so you can go and do whatever it is you brothers do when you aren’t making my life hell.”

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