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!"
"Did he turn out to be an alien? Secretly married?"
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. The tile is cold through my sweatpants.
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.
"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'm swearing off dating. No sex, no boys, nothing."
Just my luck. I made a deal with Freckles to get Maddie to fall for him, and now she's on a dick-fast.
I rub my rough palms together, feeling the callouses grate. "Maybe the right guy could change your mind."
"I just want to be sad. Be sad with me," she pleads, her voice muffled by another mouthful of whipped cream.
I sigh, pulling a cheap, chalky protein bar from the fridge and settling against the cold kitchen tile, folding my legs under me. Maddie eyes it with disdain before leaning forward and adding a dollop of whipped cream to the end after I open it.
