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R U S S O 15

Cambridge University, Your Favorite from Wide Receivers to QB's: The Jags are having their best recent season on the field...

Anastasia wasn't even mentioned in the article by the popular newspaper outlet, but she stayed on the page for a while.

"I look fine as hell," Anastasia said, eyes glued to her phone. She was sitting on Jameson's bed in his dorm, listening to him type viciously on the keyboard of his laptop.

"Your man was looking good, too," Jameson said on a mumble, typing up the paper that was due tonight.

Anastasia gives a toothy grin when she says, "he is not my man," scrolling to read what was said about Mateo but mainly looking at the photo of him on the field.

Jameson wasn't teasing her about Mateo being her man because of the kiss, and that's because he knew nothing about it. Him or anyone else. She knew she could've easily mentioned it early or even right now, but she was too nervous to let the words fly out of her.

Not one part of her regretted it or what could've happened, but she was unsure of telling others. They'll blow it up more than it was, and while she was still in that unknown with Mateo, she didn't want anyone to gas her up.

Anastasia has thought about their kiss a lot and couldn't stop thinking of Mateo in general. She could still feel herself on that high when their lips touched, longing to taste his lips once more, as it was addicting. Last night made her experience this hunger for him even more, especially when they shared a small kiss before she exited his car.

As the next day rolled around, she wondered if the memories stuck to him like they did to her.

She could still feel his hands gripping her ass and his lips kissing over her boobs. She craved that. And because she was needy, she couldn't trust herself in a room with him alone. She didn't trust herself to control her desires around him as things heightened for them in a blink of an eye. She didn't trust herself not to sit on his dick, and while she really, really wanted to, she didn't want things to get awkward.

Mateo was tutoring her, and if she hooked up with him, all of their sessions might turn into sex, and her grade might drop because she's busy sitting on his dick and stuffing her face into a pillow instead of in her books.

However, if she wasn't spending her time restricting herself to him, she was worried about Jocelyn, her friend. She was going through it, and the tears that were running down Jocelyn's face last night landed on Anastasia's top as she held her. It broke her heart to hear that while Jocelyn was telling Jason how much he'd hurt her, he gave her this look of I don't care.

Jason was saying he was over their relationship and Jocelyn, and every sign pointed to that. It was devastating. Jocelyn wanted to hold onto him for a little while longer, but it was clear he fell out of love with her. She began thinking that's probably why he became this asshole, to keep her away, but not even that as working.

She despised herself for wanting him. She despised herself for telling him how broken he had her and how lonely she was without him, and she definitely hated herself for admitting this all to him. Jocelyn thought maybe things could be fixed, but Jason gave up. She didn't know who came in the picture or if anyone did, but this wasn't the man she's loved for two years. This was someone she'd never met before, and it was scary to face that.

"Ooh, girl, who is that?" Jameson asked as the image popped on Anastasia's phone.

Anastasia answers, "apparently, his name is Russell, and London thinks we'll be cute together for a double date."