{18+ COLLEGE ROMANCE COMPLETED}
What sucks more than being rejected by the girl of your dreams? Finding out afterward that she's moving in with you.
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The night that Beau Martin spends with Collins Bryant is the best one of his life. He wants to...
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I wasn't sure if it was the ballroom, the boy, or the alcohol, but sparklers were going off beneath my skin. Hot and tingly prickles that were just the start of something bigger.
It had been about an hour since Bren and Madie had finished fighting over their miscommunication—which revolved entirely around me—and I finally relaxed into my chair.
Before that, I used Beau's alcohol to calm my nerves. I didn't like unresolved conflict, and it had been floating in the air like a weapon waiting to be unloaded.
But now...Now, I could fully enjoy myself. Turning to the side, I caught Beau's gaze before it flicked away from my face. It wasn't the first time I'd noticed him staring tonight, but it didn't make me uncomfortable. It made me feel...wanted. Like he was glad that I came with tonight. Like I was glad I came.
He wasn't upset at all about the drama my appearance at this gala had caused. If anything, he found it amusing. He'd laughingly cursed at Bren beneath his breath more than once.
Beau reached for his glass, which I knew was as spiked as mine. He twirled it in his grasp with deft fingers, and I frowned, realizing it was still completely full.
"Why haven't you touched your drink?" I asked.
"Afraid I really did spike yours with something other than alcohol?" Beau grinned, immediately lifting his glass to his lips. And then he watched me over the rim of it while he took a sip, proving he wasn't hiding a damn thing.
I laughed, shaking my head. No, I hadn't been concerned.
Still smiling, he nodded toward Madie, who was tugging Bren out of the ballroom with a wicked gleam in her eye, and then Nessa, who was scowling at a handsome man who'd just come to sit next to her, taking her date's spot. The date that had ditched her.
"The last couple of months on campus, it's just been me, Madie, and Nessa. I've gotten in the habit of waiting to drink until I see how much trouble the girls are gonna be for the night," Beau said.
He took another sip, carefully eying my glass, which was nearly empty. When he looked back at me, he winked.
"Someone's gotta stay sober."
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Why couldn't he just say no?
No, Collins. Don't move in. This is a terrible idea, and you should definitely not move into the same apartment as the guy that you—shit.
No, I couldn't think about that night. Not now that I would have to face Beau Martin every morning. And every night, sleeping across the hall from him.
Why couldn't he just say no?
I shook my head, skipping over the last two porch steps and splashing straight into a puddle. Great. My leather sandals were soaked. That was why I didn't bother with buying quality footwear. They always ended up ruined anyway.
