Oh, no, bad Brook, don’t look at those dimples. His shoulders shake and his dimples are back, lickable dimples. You only want one thing.” Oh God, I sound like my mom. He pulls back, confusion in his gaze as he meets my eyes. My excitement drops, and I feel sick, planting my feet on the ground. He turns towards me, his head dropping till his lips are at my ear, torturing me as his warm breath fans over my skin, and his lips brush against me as he talks. A part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and let him lead me anywhere. “Wh-where?” I don’t take the step to follow him, even though there’s a part of me that wants to. Come with me first.” He drops his hand from the wall and slides it down my arm, grabbing my fingers. “You’re cute.” His head dips towards mine, but I still have to look up to meet his eyes. How about you?” I pull my lips between my teeth, shutting myself up. “Just waiting on Rose to get out of the bathroom. “We’re about to leave.” I have to talk, I’m not sure I could survive him getting any closer. My lack of response stretches his smile, and he leans in some more, his heat pressing on me. And his body’s so close, almost skimming mine. God, he smells so good, that cologne mixed with a hint of fire and summer. I pull my hands behind me, unsure how to move. “You having fun?” He places his hand on the wall above my head and leans into me as he talks. Bastard.Įxcept, now he’s in front of me, and I almost apologize for calling him a bastard, but thankfully I get a grip and don’t. I know the feeling I felt the same way when he left earlier. She does, but her face drops as he walks away. He separates from his group, and a girl pauses to follow him, but he sends her away with a gesture for her to go with the others. Those striking eyes land on me, reminding me of earlier in the night. I almost don’t notice Andrew passing by since the crowds blend together, except he stands out. The night blurs by in a haze of shots and keg stands, till I’m leaning against a wall for balance, waiting for Rose to get out of the bathroom so we can leave. “South Eastern University: Where the football players are royalty and Andrew Fayden is king.” He’s got an on and off again girlfriend always on the sidelines and a flood of girls willing to take over that position.Īnd his popularity makes it hard to keep a low profile, something she needs to do if she doesn’t want to be pulled back into the drama of her past.ĭespite all the warnings, she’s finding it hard to resist– and he’s making it hard to say no.Īdd Hustleto your Goodreads shelf. She’s determined to wipe him from her mind though because he is the definition of unavailable.

Now, she’s finding it hard to think of anything else or anyone else.

College was supposed to be Brook’s chance to escape the rumors and the harassment that plagued her at home, but she hadn’t planned on meeting Andrew Fayden.

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