Lamar was leaning in for a kiss. There had been no ask for permission. There had been no indication that he’d wanted this at all! I’d been about to say goodnight, and he was leaning in. He was almost on me, when I recovered from my shock enough to turn my head. His lips pressed against my cheek in
“Me, too,” I said. With one last bright smile, he said goodnight and hobbled down the hall. Quickly, I rushed and hid in my dorm room. I wasn’t as tired anymore, and knew I wouldn’t sleep even if I tried. I had to talk to someone about what just happened. I couldn’t keep it inside, I thought I
The next morning, I dedicated entirely to my studies. I had finally made it through the entirety of one of my textbooks. Tabs and highlights marred every single page. Though I surely didn’t remember everything I had read, I felt confident in my general level of knowledge on the subject. The practi
He glanced around us. Then he said, “The investigators are still going through the lab. She has so many files, which is good for us. She’s smart, too. From the start, she’s been planting false leads in case something like this might happen.” “But they have…” I lowered my voice. “My blood.” “That
After the game, I waited by the locker room for Lamar. I didn’t know what I would say, how I would explain why I was standing so close to Asher. But I had to tell him something, even if it was just another apology that he would make fun of. Unfortunately, the first person outside the locker room
Then Joseph stepped away from me. “See you lovebirds later.” He waved as he disappeared into the parking lot. I glanced at Lamar. “What was that look about?” “What look?” “The one you between you and Joseph just now. It seemed meaningful.” “It was just a look, Cynthia. I don’t know.” He se
Asher walked quietly beside me. We didn’t speak the entire way back to my dorm, but his steady presence was a comfort. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have someone care about me for the sake of caring. Ever since our fight, I missed Asher desperately. What I would have given to be able
His gaze lifted then, catching my eyes across the room. “Too obvious!” Nicole whisper-yelled. Aimee and I both quickly looked away. “Crap,” Nicole said, glancing. “He’s coming over.” “No way,” I said. “We should leave,” Aimee suggested. Nicole and I agreed. We’d only turned toward the
“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive. Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark. “Oh, shit, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
Asher’s words stole my breath away. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, desire coiling inside of me. He stared back, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t wait to go home with him and see all of his promises in action. Nancy cleared her throat from the doorway.
The real Asher was safely behind the line of fake wolves. He glanced back at me in concern. I understood his worry. Holding this many projections was a strain. But I was done running. I was done standing back. Joseph would lose. And I would help bring him down. In the circle, Joseph started to