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“I should have controlled myself!”
“I hope that one day soon, we can get past this and move on. Focus on the future.”
I snort. “Hey, I’m already there.”
“Until then...” Seth gives me a heartfelt nod. “You and Bethany can do what you want. I won’t stand in the way.”
“No. Like I said, we’re done. Over. Last night was the last night. You know what I’m saying?”
“Really?”
“It... wasn’t working out.”
“Yeah, well, she and I are officially done, too.” He shakes his head. “Can you believe she denied it when I confronted her this morning?”
I swallow. “Oh, she did, huh?”
“She claimed her sister had some big emergency, but whatever, I could tell she was lying. But you were honest with me.” He rests a hand on my shoulder. “I’m truly grateful to have a friend like you, Drew Rose.”
I touch his shoulder, too. “It’s an honor to be your friend, Seth Newbury.”
You fucking coward.
Seth smiles, thin and bittersweet. “Anyway...” He takes a step back. “Given the circumstances, I’d understand if you wanted to skip post-party pancakes this morning. In fact, I kind of want to. Last night was too shameful for such a tradition.”
“Hey, you know, I totally agree,” I say. “It’d be wrong to sully our happy tradition with... such horrible lies.”
He steps toward my bed. “I’m going to put these in the wash,” he says as he yanks the sheets off.
I wince. “You... don’t have to do that. I’ll do that.”
“No, I want to.” He steps toward me, clinging to my linens as he moves with pride. “It’s the right thing to do.”
I step to the side. “Okay,” I say.
Seth marches out of the room with his head held high. “Delta Xi!” he shouts, the battle cry echoing right back at him through the house.
Once he’s gone, I exhale hard as my stomach tightens with guilt.
“Delta Xi,” I say to myself.
CHAPTER 40
HEIDI
November
Jenna was right. Again.
Vaginal intercourse isn’t the best part of sex.
It’s the connection. It’s Drew’s hands moving all over my body. It’s the way my skin feels beneath every simple touch. It’s my pulse syncing with his after each kiss. It’s the look on his face when he comes or, even better, when he makes me come. It’s glistening sweat and racing hearts before the first thrust ever hits home. It’s moans and gasps and laughter. It’s trusting someone with the most delicate parts of you. It’s learning how to be vulnerable and being totally okay with it.
Sex with him is a beautiful mess.
And I fucking love it.
I’m out of breath. My thighs burn. My core aches. I’m seconds away from collapse, but I don’t stop. I roll my hips, riding him faster. I feel his cock slipping in and out of me as I grind my clit against the base of his abs.
