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With a sharp groan, I came, stars exploding over my vision, shudders running through me. My hearing went in and out as I tried to focus.
Adam was saying something, something about how I needed to sit on his face if I really wanted to thank him, and he stepped out of the shower to fix the door. Shaking, I kept my hands on the walls of the shower, stunned.
Run.
I stumbled out of the shower, dripping wet, and almost slid on the floor.
“Woah, Piper!”
He’d been right. Again.
It was like a chainmail blanket lifted off my brain, and I saw everything how I should’ve seen it.
Adam Russell was off-limits. He was the football player I was babysitting, and now that my brain wasn’t foggy with the details, the post-orgasm clarity was everything I needed to cling to.
The moment the door opened and Adam tried to help me up, I bolted to the bedroom and threw on everything I could, lightning-fast, leaving the dorm before Adam even stepped out of the bathroom.
29
Adam
Break The Rules
The running theory I’d been content with was that all Piper and I needed to do was give into the animal impulses, screw each other brains out, and I’d lose my interest and get back to normal. I knew it. It was an easy guess.
You know what doesn’t make any fucking sense?
How long I waited for Piper to come back to our dorm.
I pretended like I was sleeping for half an hour, waiting for the door to creak open. I didn’t know why she left, but it didn’t dawn on me until an hour later that Piper wasn’t going to come back.
Not that it helped me fall asleep.
I stared up at the ceiling. I did so many push-ups, my arms ached. I took another shower. And I might’ve jerked off two or three times, thinking about the way she’d cried out when she came on my fingers.
If anything, I didn’t feel more myself. I felt…I was…I don’t know. I was fucking tired.
Around five in the morning, I got forty-five minutes of a sleepless doze before I hauled myself out of the dorm and went to the breakfast room. I sat with a cup of orange juice and a breakfast box. Our football team wouldn’t have tolerated this shit food, but I couldn’t eat it anyway. I pushed it off to the side and tore up a napkin bit by bit, thinking again about Piper, naked in the shower, pressed against me, my hand around her throat.
An hour passed. Two hours passed.
Pinpricks started at my neck and I glanced up to see blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail, a breakfast box in her hands. Piper’s gray eyes flickered towards me. She stumbled to a stop and someone bumped into her. I stopped shredding a napkin, and she started walking towards me again. Too slowly.
The moment she approached the table, I abruptly stood up.
Why? I don’t know.
I sat down just as quickly.
“Hey,” I said, stiff and disjointed, an ironed shirt, hung up, with nowhere to go. I didn’t know what to say beyond that. I quickly brushed away the bits of napkin, trying to sit up a little straighter in my chair, trying to look like a human who got their eight hours of sleep.
Piper set down her food and bit her lip. “Hi.”
Her lips were plump and perfect, and it took everything to stop staring at them. That wasn’t part of the regular human routine. But none of this was my regular routine. I’d never been this…what…? Like this around a girl.
“So…” I cleared my throat. “You—uh—you walked before I—uh—”
Nice one, Adam. Very cool.
