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I make my way to his dorm and climb the stairs to the top floor. The dorm is much fancier than the ones where I stay, and it’s filled with seniors that are on a whole different level. They’re partying with music so loud I can barely hear the sex behind some of the closed doors.
Finally, at the end of a long hallway, I find Stone’s door and knock. Music blares from the other side, seeping underneath it. He can’t hear me.
Time to go.
I turn, but the door opens a moment later. He’s standing in front of me without a shirt, and his sweatpants hang dangerously low on his hips. The bruises on his ribs draw my attention as much as the splash of hair that runs from his navel into his pants and the way his muscles ripple under his skin as he breathes.
“What do you want?” he asks. I snap my gaze up to his eyes again. I was staring.
He has a scowl on his face, and with his black eye and split lip, that only makes him look a hell of a lot meaner.
“I heard about what happened,” I say.
“Oh, good,” he sneers. “So, you know your plan succeeded. You got them to fuck me up. Is this what you wanted? Are you satisfied? Or do you want to arrange a do-over?”
He turns away from me and walks into the room. I glance down the hallway, not sure what to do, before I follow him into the room and close the door. He stands at a minibar, and throws back the amber liquid in a tumbler—whiskey if I have to guess.
Is he drunk?
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out.
He looks at me over his shoulder. “For what?”
“For getting you beaten up.”
He turns to face me. He has a smirk on his face, but his eyes are dangerously dark.
“What did you think was going to happen, sweetheart?” he asks, spitting the term of endearment out so that it sounds like an insult instead. “Did you think they were going to call me a few names and that was it?”
“I…” I swallow hard. “I didn’t think that far. I was pissed off at you for pushing me into a corner, and I wanted to get back at you.”
“Well, you succeeded. Consider it done. Now, fuck off.”
He wants me to leave. He’s furious with me, and I guess I can understand why. But something about him draws me in. Maybe it’s the way he looks almost defeated underneath his façade of pure rage. Maybe it’s the look in his eyes that makes a shiver run down my spine.
Or maybe it’s his body, half-naked and perfectly sculpted, mottled with the bruises that I know all too well.
I don’t move.
When I don’t leave, Stone shakes his head. He takes two long strides to get to me, and his face is only inches from mine.
“I said, get the hell out!”
His chest rises and falls fast as he breathes heavily, and his eyes are cold and hard. I can smell the alcohol on his breath, but it’s not scary like it’s always been with my dad. Something about it is different. There’s a whole lot of Stone mingled into the smell, and his cologne changes everything. I’m not scared of him.
Something electric crackles around us, and I’m aware of how close he is. I lift my hand and carefully put it on his bare chest. When I touch him, heat washes through my body and pools between my legs.
He swallows hard, and his eyes slide down to my lips.
It only takes a moment of failing self-control before he grabs me and kisses me hard.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and he backs me up until I’m against the wall next to the door. His hands run over my body, groping my breasts, grabbing my ass. He lifts me up so that he’s completely in control, and I wrap my legs around his waist. When he grinds his hips, his hard cock pushes against me through his sweatpants, and I moan into his mouth.
“Why did you come?” he asks between our urgent kisses.
“I don’t know.”
“Why won’t you fucking leave?” he demands.
