Page 89 of Break Points and Face Offs

Will rubs a hand over his face. I find the sandpaper scratch of his morning stubble way more erotic than I should. I have to turn away so I’m not tempted to crawl back under the sheets with him.

I finally manage to leave the apartment without taking my pants off again and congratulate myself on a job well done.

After taking Jamie for lunch and checking in at the frat house, I head over to the library to meet Will. I don’t realize how excited I am to see him until I’m outside the building, about to go in. He’s all set up at one of the long tables. His books laid out in front of him and his laptop open. He’s wearing a Princeton Hockey hoodie and frowning into the screen—I still think that hockey players are such turncoats.

I clear my throat as I take a seat in front of him, enjoying the smile that ghosts his lips when he looks up and sees me.

“Hey, Rosie.”

“Hey.” I wish I had a nickname for him, but no matter how hard I try to think of one, nothing comes up. That was never my forte in the frat. ‘Boston Boy’ is lame even by my standards.

We study in silence for the next few hours. My concentration is broken occasionally by the sight of Will, typing furiously, chewing the end of his pen or frowning into a book.

I’m focusing on a journal article I’ve been making notes on for the past half hour when something tickles my finger. I glance up to find Will smiling at me, his index finger tracing a line up my pinkie.

My instinct is to pull my hand away, but one quick glance around the library tells me that no one is paying us the slightest bit of attention.

I never realized how touch-starved I was until I started this rivals with benefits thing with Will. He touches me all the time. First, it was relegated to the bedroom, then it seeped out to the car, now he finds any little excuse to touch me. The thought that someone might want to touch me in a non-sexual way, something other than a handshake, is baffling. It’s … nice.

He’s looking at me through his eyelashes with an expression I recognize all too well. I usually only see it in the bedroom.

“Come help me find a book,” he whispers.

Before I can ask him why the hell he needs me to help him find a book, he’s up and walking toward the back of the library.

I follow, out of curiosity more than anything. Has he lost his mind? He doesn’t look back as he makes his way past the rows of tables until he reaches the very end of the bookshelves and disappears between them.

I take a tentative step behind the books to ask him what he’s doing, but the second I open my mouth, I’m yanked by my shirt and pressed against the shelves. I let out an embarrassing whelp.

Will’s lips are on me before I can say anything else. The second we make that connection, any desire I had to protest disappears.

His hand grips the back of my head to hold me in place as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, coaxing me to let it inside. The second I do, Will deepens the kiss, pressing his body against me until I can feel how hard he is beneath his sweatpants. Why oh why did I ever try to convince him to stop wearing sweatpants to the library?

Will slides us into the very corner of the bookshelves, as far out of sight and earshot of everyone as possible.

I manage to break away enough from the kiss to tell him, “We shouldn’t do this here.”

“Want me to stop?”

I hesitate. “If it’s just a kiss …”

“Just a kiss,” he agrees, diving back in to claim my mouth again.

My whole body overheats as I think about all the things Will can do with his tongue besides kiss like a god. I slide my hands up his shirt and feel the heat radiating from his muscled back, allowing myself to sink into the moment for once.

He grinds against me while he kisses me deeply. Until I’m breathless and panting against his lips.

“Why does this always happen here?”

The voice forces us abruptly apart. I try to fix my hair with little luck as Will turns a beaming smile on the woman in glasses carrying a stack of books.

“Sorry,” Will says.

She just shakes her head, muttering, “Take an obscure course, they said⁠—”

We shuffle past her, adjusting our clothes before we have to face the rest of the library looking rumpled and flushed. I take some satisfaction in the fact that Will has to work extra hard to hide the erection I gave him in his slutty grey sweatpants.

When he gets back to our desk, he starts bunding up his laptop and books.