{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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IT FELT LIKE SOMEONE HAD put a whole-body binding spell on me, and I didn't know how to break free from it. Imagine that, considering there wasn't a single drop of magic in my blood. My thirteenth birthday came and went without a snowy white owl showing up on my doorstep, and it sure wasn't about to show up now.
Collins, though. Collins must have some kind of beautiful witchery in her veins because she had damn near stunned me with this kiss.
When I didn't reciprocate—too busy marveling over the soft feeling of her lips and her warm, curved body beneath my hands—she pulled back.
"Beau?"
Self-doubt traced the edges of her irises, and it snapped me back to action.
Weaving my fingers into her hair, I dipped my head. We weren't done. We weren't even close to being done. "Sorry, you took me by surprise."
Her brows pulled together. "You said you wanted to kiss me. So I kissed you."
Yeah, when she put it like that it made me sound fucking ridiculous. But there was a part of me that honestly hadn't even realized I'd mumbled those words aloud. About wanting to kiss her. This girl made me lose all my goddamn sense.
"Kiss me again," I groaned. "I'm ready this time."
Collins' grin slipped between her teeth like she was amused and nervous all at once. And even though those lips had just been pressed against mine, the anticipation was killing me. I needed them. I needed to feel them again, like really feel them. Kiss the shit out of them.
I slipped my hand down to the nape of her neck, beckoning her closer. Our noses brushed as music I couldn't place urged our bodies to rock together. I didn't care what song it was though as long as it had a beat I could use to grind against her. My free arm wound itself tighter around her waist because I didn't want a single space between us. Not a single little bit of air was allowed to separate me from Collins Bryant. You hear that, air? I will fucking come for you if you get in my way.
And then she made this throaty noise, and I damn near died. Slipping a finger beneath her chin, I whispered across her lips.
"Kiss me, Collins. Please."
"Well." She exhaled, and my eyes fluttered shut. "I suppose since you said please..."
I grinned despite myself.
The next time someone begged tonight, it would be her.
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Motherfucking fiddlesticks.
I knew that Collins didn't want to be with me, but did she also have to try to kill me? When she eye-fucked me like that, it felt like a goddamn sling-shot to my dick.
