Frat Girl by Kiley Roache

Author:Kiley Roache
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-01-10T18:59:36+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

There’s something weird about a frat house after a party. An almost postapocalyptic quiet.

You’d think I’d be used to it, living in one and all. But it’s different here, in a house that’s not my own.

Much of the destruction remains, and people are passed out in odd positions all through the house. Somewhere a TV is on, some infomercial blaring away unwatched, but the foundation-shaking music is off. A calm after the cheap-beer-and-bad-rap storm.

At four in the morning, there are a few crazy souls still up at Sigma Alpha. I can hear their voices as they chat among the wreckage, but most people are tucked in bed trying to sleep off the Taaka, or...engaging in other activities.

On my walk back from the bathroom I step over an empty plastic handle and kick a few empty beer cans.

Luckily I don’t see anyone on my voyage back to Connor’s room, considering I’m wearing only one of his T-shirts, which, granted, does cover my ass, if barely, over my lacy bra and underwear.

“Hey,” he says as I step back into his room. I can hear the early morning and the strain from the night before in his voice.

I close the door behind me. “Hey.”

He smiles lazily and moves to the edge of the bed, wearing just his boxers. He reaches for me. “I’ve missed you.”

I kiss him lightly. “I’ve been gone for less than five minutes.”

“I know,” he says between pecks. “But that doesn’t mean—” kiss “—I didn’t miss you.”

I laugh against his lips, and he lifts me up by my waist, pulling me onto the bed with him.

He sits on the edge of the bed, and I sit on his lap, one leg on either side of him. We kiss slowly, deeply.

His hands tangle in my hair, and his lips are soft on mine. Kissing him is like good red wine, slow, dark and heavy. And a little bit sweet.

He lifts the hem of the shirt, and I raise my arms so he can slip it off. He turns and lays me down on the bed. He kneels above me, and for a second his eyes scan my body.

And then he’s on top of me, kissing my lips and then my neck.

“Do you want to?” he whispers in my ear.

“Want to what?” My voice is tense.

“You know.” His fingers trace the edges of my underwear.

I press my hand against his chest and slip out from under him.

He looks at me with pouting eyes.

If our relationship hasn’t advanced to the point that we can say the word sex, I doubt it’s a good decision to actually have it.

I shake my head. “I don’t feel ready.”

He places his hand on my hip, trying to pull me into him.

My heart picks up. The sultry mood has dissipated, and I just want to go back to earlier, to the other nights, when he seemed perfectly fine just being around me.

“Cassie, c’mon—we’ve hooked up, like, five times now.”

“Four,” I correct. Not that it matters.

“But still...”

“I don’t want to.

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