King of Campus

I’m kind of wishing he were just the one dimensional ball player I first assumed he was, because that guy is easily resistible. Even as good looking as he is. This guy… the one with me today, well… he’s doing things to my insides that scare the shit out of me because I’m starting to realize that Roan isn’t one or the other, but a combination of both.

With his eyes cradling mine, he closes the distance separating us until he’s right in front of me. Until I have to tilt my head back to keep my gaze steadily on his. I can’t help but inhale a shaky breath as his left hand slides its way across my cheek until he’s able to cup it in that big paw of his.

“I don’t like seeing you sad.”

“I’m fine,” I lie.

Softly his thumb strokes the corner of my mouth as his eyes continue searching mine. Sifting carefully through all the emotion brimming within them. It has me wondering exactly what he sees when he gazes at me. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way he does. Almost as if he sees the real me. The real Ivy.

It’s a scary prospect.

Feeling oddly disconcerted, I have to remind myself that whoever this guy is, he isn’t the real Roan. This is just a small slice of who he truly is.

His brows draw together as he continues studying me. “What are you thinking about?”

Unwilling to divulge my thoughts, I shake my head. A tiny smile flits its way across my lips. I have the feeling it looks just as bittersweet as it feels. “Nothing.”

Even though he doesn’t look convinced, he doesn’t push the conversation any further. Instead, he leans forward until his lips are able to stroke gently across mine before finally sinking into me. Even though we’re standing in the middle of my old bedroom with the door wide open, when his tongue softly nudges my lips, I can’t help but open to him.

Roan’s kisses are completely addictive. I think I could easily fall for the Roan King I’ve been treated to today but I know deep down that would be a huge mistake. One I’m not willing to make. It hurt when Finn broke up with me and it hurt to see all the girls that filled my spot while I was gone. Which is exactly the way it would be with Roan.

Except worse.

Because he’s not interested in a relationship. He’s interested in straight up sex. And that’s not something I’ve ever done before. I can’t have sex with someone casually. I’ve never had sex with someone I didn’t have feelings for.

I’m not even sure if I’m capable of casual sex on a regular basis. As uncomplicated as it sounds, I know that it’s anything but.

Chapter Sixteen

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Roan

“Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re so freaking quiet today.”

All my focus is centered on slowly pushing the bar all the way up before bringing it back down to my chest. I just want to think about bench pressing… not Ivy. Unfortunately, she refuses to vacate the space in my head. Especially after the trip to her house.

For whatever reason, that day feels like it was a turning point in our relationship.

“I’m trying to concentrate, that’s all.” I keep my eyes trained on the bar and not on Dylan who is spotting me from behind. The last thing I need is for him to catch a whiff of my growing interest in Ivy. I already know how that would go over.

“Is it a chick?”

Unconsciously my brow furrows at his words before I can stop it. A dead giveaway, but I smooth it out before he can-

“Christ, it is a chick. Since when do you have female problems?” He’s almost giddy with the prospect. The biggest issue I usually have with women is getting them to back off after we’ve had sex. I’ve never actually had a girl work her way under my skin before. Ivy is a first. An itch that feels all but impossible to scratch. And I don’t like that one damn bit. I’m kind of hoping I can just ride this one out and my interest in her will wane with enough time.

I mean, it could happen… right?

“So who’s the chick?” He continues grinning until I get the urge to punch the smirk right off his freaking face. “I’m dying to know.”

Yeah, the only reason he’s dying to know is so he can run his pussy whipped ass back to his girlfriend and crow about how I’ve finally fallen for some girl.

“There’s no girl,” I grunt, pushing upwards again. I practically growl out the next words because I just want him to drop the subject. “Can you stop running your fucking mouth like some gossipy girl and just focus?”