Boyfriend Bargain (Hawthorne University #1)(88)

I want blue ones, though, and it makes me antsy. I clear my throat and step away from her, but she’s right there, following.

“The Kappa guys expect us to show. It’s a tradition,” I mumble, glad for once to use it as an excuse.

She flutters her eyes. “Oh. Sure. I get it. Maybe we can pop in, show our faces, and leave?” Her lips curve up, and a few months ago I would have been all about that mouth.

I rub my beard. “I’ll probably stay a while. Do you have your own way home in case you want to leave?”

She nods, frowning.

I guess I’m not the charmer she thought.

She eases in closer, and we walk inside the Kappa House.

I feel the buzz in the air as I look out over the crowd, a vibe that grows. I see Taylor and Poppy and my heart jumps. She’s here. My gaze roves over the room, searching the dark corners, and my eyes widen when I find her on the dance floor.

I’m breathless at the sight of her, the way her hair falls down her back and the short blue dress that sways against her legs. Shit. She looks so beautiful…I can’t…I can’t…

She cranes her neck, searching the room, her eyes wide, and I know, I know it’s me she’s looking for. Right? Or has she forgotten me already?

My hands clench, battling with myself to not rush over and pluck her out of the arms of whoever the fuck she’s dancing with and tell her she—

“What’s going on?” says the girl next to me, but I ignore her and walk in closer, needing Sugar to see me.

The girl follows, calling my name, but it doesn’t register.

I come to a halt near the bar, my chest rising as our eyes collide.

Anger flies over me when I take in the guy she’s with. His hand, his motherfucking hand is on her lower waist, close to her ass—

Sugar looks at me, and her face is flat.

My jaw pops. Fuck, kill me now. Why can’t we get this right?

The girl pulls on my arm. “Let’s dance.”

“No.”

She stops and looks up at me, her face slowly reddening. “I feel like everyone’s staring at us.”

“They are. They always are.” My voice is tired.

“Please,” she says, and I give her a look, take her hand, and head straight toward Sugar on the dance floor.

We make our way out there, and my eyes are glued on this guy and his arm around Sugar’s waist. I slow dance, but I’m barely aware of the girl I’m with. I stare at Sugar until she looks up and sees me.

She pales and takes off, and the guy looks after her with a perplexed expression then gazes back at me, accusation there.

Oh, hell no.

Hell no.

My fist is aching to crush his face—

No. No.

Not important.

Don’t screw up now.

I see a flash of blonde hair up on the stairs, and I know exactly where she’s headed.

Leaving the girl on the dance floor, I don’t even say goodbye. I’m taking the steps two at a time, but Sugar’s way ahead of me. I hit the third-story landing, noting the blessed silence, and make my way to the screened-in porch. I burst through the door, pushing it wide open, taking in the landscape of Sparrow Lake, the twinkling lights of the small town and campus.

I hear her breathing before I see her, huddled in the corner, her hands wrapped around her upper arms.

“Go away,” she says, and I tremble at the sound of her voice.





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Sugar





The porch pulses as he stalks toward me, his shoulders tense and bunched. He’s whipped off his jacket somewhere in the process of getting here, and the sleeves of his button-up are rolled to his elbows. My eyes are hungry.

“Nothing is as bad as that,” I say, swallowing. “Seeing you with someone.”

He paces in front of me, his lips in a hard, yet sensuous line.

I look away.

He strides closer, getting in my personal space, and I smell him, my lips parting slightly. He puts his hands on the wall behind me, one on either side of my head, and his chest hitches.

I close my eyes as he leans in and runs his nose up my collarbone to the hollows of my neck. His shoulders shift closer to me, puffs of air mingling with the touch of his beard against my skin.

Shivers break out over my body. I can’t…God…

He’s spicy and male with a hint of pine, and I put up a fortress around me, trying to keep my heart safe.

His finger tilts my face up.

I think of the girl downstairs.

“Fuck you,” I say, barely pushing the words out, but there’s no mistaking the ache wrapped around the syllables. I jerk my chin from his grasp.

He closes his eyes, a muscle flexing in his jaw. Finally, he just breathes, just fucking breathes in front of me, emotions warring across his face.

He opens his eyes and looks up at the sky, as if he’s done, as if he’s given up.

And I can’t resist.

Maybe I just want to piss him off.

Maybe I just want him to stay.

“You lied to me,” I say.

In two seconds he’s back in my space. “You didn’t give it a chance. Was it lack of faith, Sugar? Or just an excuse for you to give up before it got hard? Because you know what? I am hard.”

I try to brush past him, but his hand reaches out and grabs mine, lacing our fingers together. It’s such a simple touch, but it’s his little thing, all him, and I whimper.