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Every student at Shame U has their secrets, and Henley Brooks is no exception. Struggling to pay for college and maintain her perfect reputation has become overwhelming. When her friend Gigi Oxford offe...
I smacked my hand on the top of the old coffee maker, cursing under my breath.
"You don't even know how to make coffee?" Henley scoffed as she rounded the counter and nudged me out of the way with her hip. I took a step back, admiring the view of her from behind with her tousled hair and my oversized t-shirt that looked like she was drowning in. The neck was hanging off one of her shoulders, exposing her smooth skin and she had rolled up the top of the boxers to shorten them, revealing most of her sexy thighs.
Her feet were bare, and she stood up on her pink painted toes to dig the bag of coffee out of the cabinet. She glanced back over her shoulder narrowing her eyes at me.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, a playful smirk playing on her naturally pink lips.
"You," I replied as I leaned back against the counter, drumming my fingers as I continued to stare.
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"Well, stop. It's creepy." Her head shook as she grabbed two mugs and waited for our beverages to finish brewing.
"I could get used to this."
"What?"
"Having my coffee made for me in the morning."
I didn't miss the way her body stiffened. "Well, good luck finding a woman who wants to put up with your antics. I won't ever be waiting hand and foot on some guy."
"Don't tell me you don't want to be married?" I laughed.
"I dunno," she shrugged as my t-shirt slipped lower off her shoulder. "I mean, I used to want it all... husband, kids, the white picket fence." She waved her hand in the air. "But I think I'd be better off getting a couple of cats and living alone."
"Those poor cats."
Henley spun around, tossing a pack of coffee filters at me. I ducked, letting them fly by and bounce off the wall as I laughed. "What the hell?"
"Be thankful it wasn't a mug," she shot back with a playful smirk. "So what about you? You want to be married?"
"I want to be happy," I replied, remembering what she had told me she wanted for her future.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she eyed me for a moment before grabbing a mug of steaming coffee and handing it to me before holding up her own between us. "To happiness."
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