If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I hate Gabe Smith. I really do. I hate how cocky he is and I hate that stupid smirk he wears when he sees me, like this is all some joke to him. He walks into the cafeteria like he owns the place, expecting to be praised like a freaking king. Pssh, the day I praise him, hell must have frozen over before that. But secretly, there's something going on between us . . . And I don't want to stop it. Cover by @xHemmingshugsx

❝Are you done acting like you care?❞ Tristan's jaw clenches so hard that for a second I'm actually afraid his teeth will disintegrate. ❝I'll ask one more time. Where. Were. You. Last. Night.❞ I lift my chin, wishing the raw command in his voice didn't have me damn near shaking. ❝You really wanna know? Fine, then. I was at Isaac's with his face between my legs getting me to moan his name for hours.❞ And he snaps. My hips are grabbed roughly by big warm hands- hands that teased and touched and caressed every inch of my body just a few days ago- and I'm being shoved up against the closed door of my bedroom. Tristan's blue eyes practically gleam with rage and a muscle in his jaw twitches furiously as he glowers down at me. Yeah, this was not good. This was not good at all. How dare he pin me against a door like a caveman and interrogate me about my whereabouts in my own home? At least... that's what I told myself as I felt my breaths turn shallow and my thighs slowly clench together. {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #2 in vulnerable #6 in conflict #12 in jealousy #17 in steamy #19 in chicklit #29 in collegeromance #60 in eroticromance #69 in newyork ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠