His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over.
"I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?"
My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes."
So he does. And I feel it. For a long...
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C A M I L A
Disaster. I feel it.
I push open the door to our little house tucked away on a quiet street off Goldwen University's bustling campus. The place is a student necessity, with vintage floral wallpaper clashing with overstuffed furniture and a kitchen that's seen better days.
Maddie and I can barely pay for this place, but we manage.
I find Maddie in the kitchen lit up by the open refrigerator. Disaster. She's slumped on the ground, legs kicked out in her little black dress, and mascara streaks down her cheeks like black rain.
The hiss of whipped cream fills the silence as she aims the nozzle straight into her mouth.
I drop my gym bag by the door, making my way over to stand above her. "Thought you were past this."
She sniffs, looking up at me with eyes swollen from crying, all red around blue. "The night was a cataclysm!"
"Are you hurt?"
She rolls her eyes with a huff, muttering "No."
"Did he turn out to be an alien? Secretly married?"
"Worse." She wipes her nose with the back of her hand, glaring. "He was an absolute dick."
I ease down to sit against the stove, opposite her, my legs kicked out around her shorter ones. The tile is cold through my sweatpants, a nice contrast to the ten layers of sweat all over my skin begging for a shower.
The whipped cream can falters in Maddie's hand. "I want someone to want my heart, you know?"
I lean back, the metal handle of the stove pressing into my lower back. "You can't expect gourmet meals from a fast-food joint. The guys you pick are cheeseburgers."
She bursts into tears again, snot running down to her lips, glistening with the light from the open fridge beside her. I open the drawer above my head and grab a fistful of napkins, handing them to her. She roughly wipes her face, sobbing.
I sigh. "Look, I'm no expert, but maybe your soulmate isn't going to be found at a frat party."
Maddie sniffs, peering up at me through her lashes. "Then where?"
Anatomy lab? The library?
I shrug. "Not a frat party."
There's a quiet moment, the kind that's comfortable only because we've lived together for three years.
"Let's ditch the whipped cream diet." I try to take the can but she hoards it against her chest with a scowl. "How about I make my famous protein waffles?"
"I don't want waffles!" she cries, filling her mouth with the whipped cream, nearly choking on it as she swallows.
"I'll make you regular pancakes if you stop crying."
