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Chapter 7

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I'm going too fast, heart first. My head just can't slow me down.

I don't waste any time when I get home. I strip off my clothes and head in the shower. It's obvious I have some thinking to do.

The first question running through my mind as the shower jet turns on is, What the hell just happened?

Brinley acted like she actually wanted to be around me for once. We didn't get any studying done, but it wasn't like I was going to stop her from doing what she did. I had no idea how to react when she pulled me down with her. I don't think she saw my face, luckily, because my jaw was hanging right open. I pulled her in close, trying to cherish the moment with her closer to me before she got enough sense knocked into her that she backed off.

I don't know whether it was the mood swings or not, but I was not going to pass up that opportunity. I let my mouth speak without even thinking.

"You do know that if your brother comes down and sees us like this, he's gonna flip, right?"

I mentally kicked myself for being an idiot, thinking for sure I've ruined the moment. She surprised me once again.

"You do know that I don't care, right?" she replied.

That bold, daringness that made me like her in the first place.

Then she reached up and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I'm pretty sure I turned fifty shades of red, but she wasn't paying any attention.

Within minutes, I felt her breath even out and her body relax against me. And it was downright amazing. Her warm body was electric against mine and I could feel her hot breath through my shirt.

It felt surreal to be this close to her. She smelled amazing, despite how creepy that sounds. And for someone who had just woken up, she was still gorgeous. I had never seen her without makeup, but her skin had a healthy glow, and the lack of color on her face made her piercing blue eyes stand out even more. Her legs looked even longer in her boxer shorts and she seemed to be a little fuller in the chest than I thought.

I found her pestering and moaning while I dragged her downstairs quite motivational and had to stop myself from laughing every time she'd wail or say something to me about how I don't understand how she feels. And when I picked her up, she was silenced. I took this as a good sign. Hell, maybe she even liked it.

But is it possible that she could like me back?

Doubtful. When I first met her, she could barely give me the time of day so I know I've made some progress. But I doubt I cross her mind when she's out doing whatever. Lately she's been consuming a lot of my thoughts and it's starting to do a number on me. I haven't slept with a girl in three weeks. That's why I brought in Darya.

I saw Austin spying on me. I'm not that naïve. And if Brinley was, she was being a lot more inconspicuous. I know they had to be talking about it.

Darya was hot as hell. She had this exotic kind of feel to her that I liked. The moment I saw her strutting by in those short shorts, I knew she'd be perfect. Not only for a comeback, but to test Brinley once more.

On Tuesday, I could tell she didn't give a fuck. Racing around the store with Austin, she couldn't be bothered with whatever I was doing. Man, either she was a tough nut to crack or she really has platonic feelings for me.

So I brought Darya in once more and again. I could tell Darya didn't mind and she knew what I had planned. She slipped her number in my pocket personally on that first day and everyday she came back, she got closer and closer. Dark hair, dark tan, and light green eyes to set it all off, she was a stunner. Her lips looked like they belonged on a blow-up doll, though. However, with time, that didn't necessarily have to be a bad thing.