Page 15 of Palm South University: Season 2
I move my lips to hers, snaking my tongue inside her mouth and stealing a moan before replying. “Good. We’re getting ready for the camping trip before the bonfire next week.”
“I always forget you do that,” Skyler pants, bucking her hips up to meet mine. “Creepers. Kidnapping those poor kids.”
Grinning against her skin, I slip my hands under her tank top and push it up and over her rib cage. “Trust me. It’s the most fun they have in the pledge process.”
“And what’s the worst part?”
I pull her tank off the rest of the way, sucking the sensitive skin on the swell of her breast. “If I tell you, I’d have to kill you.”
“Death by orgasm?”
“Torturousdeath by orgasm.”
She smiles, biting her bottom lip as she peers down at me with heavy blue eyes. “Tell. Me.Everything.”
EVEN THOUGH SKYLER OFFICIALLY CALLSme her boyfriend, she never sticks around after we have sex. Sometimes she’ll lie on my chest for a while or we’ll talk, but sooner or later, she’s out the door and it’s just me alone in my bed.
And when I’m alone, I think.
About rush. About all the activities coming up. About the whispers I’ve been hearing around our fraternity concerning the presidency next semester.
I know I’m at the top of everyone’s mind, and as fucking stoked as I am about that, I can’t help but wonder if being with Skyler is going to pull me from what I need to do to make it actually happen.
I love being around her, we have fun together, but I can still tell it’s not serious for either one of us. Couple that with the fact that planning events and taking on a presidency requires most if not all of my future time, it just feels like we’re speeding fast toward an inevitable crash.
Sighing, I reach for my phone and type out a text to Cassie.
– Breakfast tomorrow – the usual spot? –
Letting my thoughts drift to that little redhead does absolutely nothing to soothe my stress. After what happened with Clay last semester, I knew she would need someone to lean on over break. Apparently, that someone wasn’t me. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
She came to my window that night.
I can still remember the way it felt to hold her, the way my chest ached when she told me I was right about Clay. It fucking killed me, because I didn’t want to be right — not about knowing he would hurt her.
What she doesn’t know — what no one knows — is that I laid that fucker out the next day. I stormed right into his bedroom while he was getting dressed, Paris having just left, and decked him hard across the jaw. I made sure he knew it was coming. Hell, I even told him to hit me back. But he didn’t. He knew he was a piece of shit, even if he didn’t admit it to anyone else.
But then, I didn’t hear from Cassie all break, and when I finally saw her at the Omega Chi party last week, she made me feel likeIwas responsible for the hurt she endured — not him.
I can’t figure this girl out.
After twenty minutes go by with no response, I sigh, plugging my phone into the charger and setting an alarm for class in the morning. Leaning back on my pillows, I tuck my hands under my head and stare up at the ceiling, brain still not getting the memo that it’s time to turn off.
I’m excited Skyler wants me with her for Spring Break, but I can’t shake the feeling that whatever is happening between us is going to be short lived. She’s smart, funny, and gorgeous — but that’s exactly it. She deserves to be with a guy who can give her all the time in his life, or at least to be able to have the freedom to do whatever she wants. I can’t call her my girlfriend and then put other things before her — like the Alpha Sigma presidency.
Rolling over, I pull a pillow over my head and let out a large puff of air. There are too many “what ifs” and I don’t have enough energy to figure them all out tonight.One step at a time, Brooks.Tomorrow starts the planning for the pledge retreat. I need to just focus on what I can control.
Except, I don’t really feel in control of anything at all.