{18+ COMPLETED • COLLEGE ROMANCE}
When a college freshman with a learning disability and a reputation collides with a straight-A, straight-laced girl in the dorm kitchen one night, he sees the darkest parts of himself reflected in her. But the two o...
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B R E N
I groaned.
It was immediate and deep, exposing what she did to me with words alone.
"Madie..." I groaned again, this time with her name attached.
I wanted to protest, but my hand had already begun to skim upwards, catching on my shirt, feeling her body beneath it. Touching her, just like she wanted. It was impossible to move my eyes, though. Madie had seized them in the reflection, and she wasn't letting go.
"Don't run away," she whispered. "You said you wouldn't."
"This is different, and you know it." My words were admittedly weak. I stopped the movement of my hand by fisting my shirt, that thin piece of fabric between my fingers and her skin.
I ran away from Oakland because I was scared. But I wasn't afraid now; that wasn't why I'd been keeping her at arm's length this week. Madie deserved to have the space to breathe. I wanted to give it to her, and I knew I had to do better than that day in the ocean. I didn't want her to confuse why I'd brought her here.
But when she'd asked me earlier what I was passionate about, all I wanted to scream was you. You, Madeline Rose Lenertz. I didn't know how to care about school or a career or any of that shit. I never have.
All I knew was her.
Goddamn, I wanted her. I wanted her so bad that my good intentions and my dick were giving mixed signals as she arched her back, pushing her ass into the erection that had popped up as soon as I saw her sitting in bed, wearing my shirt. This girl drove me wild.
Confirming that thought, Madie reached up, tangling her fingers into my hair so she could hold me close. The action pulled my v-neck tight across her chest. I could see it even in the reflection—how the curve of her tits was suddenly outlined. Her lips parted, and I waited for her words. As usual, they destroyed me. "All I know is that I don't want you to let go, Bren."
My chest pounded against the curve of her back, my breath hot and heavy on her neck. To hell with space. She didn't want it—at least not tonight. I knew what she wanted. And fuck, I was going to enjoy every second of giving it to her.
"I'm not going to let you go, Madie. Just..." A ragged sigh blew out between my lips. "For the love of god, don't turn around."
The heat in her eyes, the trembling of her body beneath my fingers, my aching erection, and our racing hearts—all of those things told me that if she turned around, there'd be no going back.
And I didn't want to take that freedom from her right now.
Madie didn't say anything in reply. But I watched her through the reflection, and the anticipation I saw nearly killed me. I lifted my hand to her cheek, wanting to feel that hot flush and the soft curve of her jaw. Her lips were parted in a silent exhale, and I swiped my thumb across them slowly.
