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“C’mon, I’ll take you. Let’s call it a night. We’ll get some ice time later this week.”
When he skates off to the locker room in front of me, I pull my phone out of my sweats and text Caroline.
After that… All I want to do is seeher.
14
CAROLINE
Sundays are my favorite day of the week. Mostly because they’re a day of rest. It’s really the only day of the week where I feel like Iactuallyhave my shit together, and although it’s short-lived, I love feeling like I’m a functioning adult. It’s been an extra-long week since we’re preparing for our first mixer of the year at the house, so between that and trying to stay on top of homework and studying, I haven’t had a chance to come up for air.
Which means less time to think about Hudson.
A week has passed since that night in his pool, and I won’t bother lying to myself that I haven’t stopped thinking about him. His lopsided grin, the way his hands slid down my body while his tongue made me come harder than anyone ever has, and how my body is all too willing to give itself over to him.
We’ve spent the week texting back and forth, and I’m not going to lie, every time my phone lights up with a notification, a ridiculous smile hangs on my lips.
He’s got that effect about him.
The ability to have me anxiously awaiting his arrival home. Not just for the orgasms but because I actuallylikebeing around him. He makes me laugh.
“Care, are you listening?” Tatum calls from in front of the mirror, diverting my attention back to her. She’s clutching a black minidress to her front as her bright blue eyes drag down the length of the mirror, inspecting her reflection. “I don’t want to seem like I’m trying too hard. I mean, it’s just a date, right?”
Even from across the room, I can tell how nervous she is, which is quite the contradiction when it comes to my new roommate. Tatum is confident, genuine, and the kind of girl who doesn’t hesitate when meeting someone new. She’s a lot like me, but underneath her bright smile and extroverted demeanor, she has her doubts. We all do.
“Babe,” I say, tossing my iPad down onto my bed and crossing the room to where she stands, then placing my hands on her shoulders. “You arehot. He is lucky that you even gave him the time of day, let’s be real. This dress is fire and gives bad-bitch vibes. Nothing else. ‘Kay?”
She exhales, her eyes darting back to the mirror. A slow smile spreads on her glossy lips. “You’re right. What would I do without you? My personal hype girl.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” I smirk. “And wear the red heels. They make your legs look amazing.”
Tatum’s expression softens, and she takes me into her arms, the dress in question squished between us. “I love you, Care. I know I say that a lot, but I’m serious. So thankful that the universe made us roomies. It’s like it knew how much I needed you.”
“Me too, babe. Now, go get dressed, and have so much fun.” I let go and step back, gesturing toward the door. “I’ve got dinner with my dad tonight, so I’ll be heading out soon too. You can tell me everyth—”
A sharp knock sounds before I can finish my sentence. Tatum walks over to the door and swings it open, revealing Sam, another one of our sorority sisters, carrying a white box with a bright red bow.
“Uh, Caroline, a deliveryman just dropped this off for you. There’s no note.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “Oh, okay. Thanks, Sam.” Smiling sweetly, I take the box from her, and Tatum shuts the door with her foot before she follows me back to my bed. I climb in and sit cross-legged with the box in front of me.
“Who do you think it’s from? Please tell me it’s Hudson. God, it better be him.” Her words are dreamy, and I just laugh. The girl is obsessed with him, in a cute way.
I roll my lips together before a smile breaks out. “Hudson.” Carefully, I tug on the red silk ribbon, unraveling it until it falls open on the bed, then lift the lid from the box. Inside, there is red tissue paper matching the bow. I open it, and my jaw drops at what must be a hundred pairs of panties—lace, silk, and satin, mostly in reds, pinks, whites, and blacks.
There’s a square note card on the top.
“What is it? Tell me, oh my god…” she screeches, pausing for me to answer her. “The suspense is killing me!”
I pick the note up and begin reading.
I never make promises I can’t keep. So, here are your replacements, Bubblegum. There’s even a color included that’s named after you. I can’t fucking wait to see you in them, and I really can’t wait to taste you again.
Oh my god.
Of everything I expected or thought this could be… this was not it.
My cheeks flame, and I drag my gaze up to Tatum, turning the box toward her. She ambles over and snatches the postcard from me, quickly scanning the note.
