![]() ![]() I hate the way they laugh at each other’s douche-bag jokes. I have no clue what he wants, but God, I loathe jocks. He tightens his iron grip, biting down on a shit-eating grin. “Get off me, Hunt! I have to get to class.” ![]() Let’s make a historical record of this mortifying moment. It’s just one little yes, and I’m gone.” His sky-blue eyes gaze up at me with the sincerity of a blow-up doll while the student body chuckles and snaps off pictures. Okay, really his mouth is wedged between my thighs- not cool!-so I just pretend we’re engaging in kneecap contact. ![]() “I’m not leaving until you say yes, Tass,” he mumbles with his head pressed into my kneecaps. What is he even asking for? Because he hasn’t said and I don’t know. You’re a bigger piece of shit than I thought,” I snap, standing in the middle of the library at Austin U, with the star quarterback kneeling in front of me, his beefy arms wrapped around my legs. ![]()
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