French Kissed by Chanel Cleeton

Author:Chanel Cleeton [Cleeton, Chanel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chanel Cleeton
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Fleur

I hated the walk back to my room. If I’d had my way, I would have spent the night at Max’s. But there was George to think of, and the lack of privacy that came with university. Maggie was lucky Samir had landed a single when he was in school here.

I walked down the hall, not caring that I was in Max’s boxers and a T-shirt that advertised some basketball team in Chicago. It was pretty late at night, and kind of quiet, but there were still a few students hanging around the dorms. I ignored the stares and the whispers. No one knew whose clothes I was wearing, but I figured the sports T-shirt screamed “American,” and that in and of itself was shocking enough. I didn’t care. I was too happy to care.

When was the last time I’d felt this way? When had I ever felt this way?

It was the difference between a fake bag and a real one. One looked good on the surface, from a distance. But the closer you got, the more you noticed the stitching was all wrong, the colors slightly off, some essential mark that should have been there missing. That had been Costa and me. We’d been the shiny couple that everyone had wanted to be, and yet it had never been real. And I’d never been happy. Not like this.

It made a huge difference when you weren’t choking on drama.

I liked that I didn’t have baggage with Max. He didn’t press me about my past besides that one conversation at the burger restaurant, and for the first time in over two years, I felt like I could breathe.

And all the little holes that had been inside me, now felt full.

I got to my dorm room and unlocked the door. I walked inside and stopped short as Maggie and Mya both saw me. Their jaws dropped.

“Is there a basketball on your T-shirt?” Maggie asked at the same time Mya blurted out, “Do you know you’re wearing plaid boxers?”

I looked down at my outfit in mock surprise. “Ohmigod, I thought I was wearing a Versace dress. How’d this happen?”

Mya rolled her eyes. “Well, if she’s had a lobotomy, at least we know her attitude’s intact.”

Maggie closed her mouth, opened it again, and then her lips twitched. “I take it you went for home plate?”

What was with these bases? I mean the sex part I got, but the rest of it was just weird. Americans.

“I’ll have you know that I stayed very firmly on second,” I replied airily, sinking down on my bed and pulling my arms up around my knees. I could smell Max on his clothes, and now on my bed, and I decided right then and there that he wasn’t getting his shirt or his boxers back.

Maggie laughed. “Um. I don’t know what Max has been telling you, but just FYI, second does not usually involve changing clothes.”

I felt myself reddening. “It’s complicated.”

“Did you just blush?” Maggie asked, her expression knowing.

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