Page 67 of Palm South University: Season 2

“God, I don’t know whether to scream or moan or pass out or cry,” I spout, words running together as Trevor pushes his thumb into my heel. My feet are propped in his lap on the back porch of our suite and he just shakes his head, rubbing the arch next.

“I had a lot of fun today,” he says and I nod in agreement, still watching as his hands move over my skin. “You’re nothing like I thought you were, Skyler Thorne.”

“Hey now,” I warn, pointing my index finger at him. “Don’t go falling in love on me. We go to different schools, remember?”

His eyes still on his hands, he just laughs. “I don’t know. I’m not scared to fall in love. I think we should fall in love with as many things as we can.”

“I think I read that on a pillow once.”

“You’re impossible,” he says, squeezing my ankles once more before letting me drop my feet to the warm concrete. The sun is sinking lower, which means the girls will all be back soon, ready to start the nightly shower cycle and get ready for Duval Street.

“Tell me, Trevor,” I say, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees. “Do you have any of those sexy country songs saved on your phone?”

He knows where I’m going with this, but he pretends he doesn’t. “Indeed I do. I have an entire playlist, actually.”

I nod, looking around the back porch, silent for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “How many times do you think we can get through the playlist before you make me come?”

He swallows, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing with the action. Without another word, I grab his hand and pull him upstairs to my room, locking the door behind us. He turns on the playlist as promised, and when he kisses me for the first time, his hands framing my face, it’s as if he’s transported me to a wild field in the middle of nowhere.

He fucks me the way I thought he would — steady, strong and sure. His touches are gentle but firm and confident, and when we’re done, I let him cuddle with me for a while, because I know he’s the kind of guy who loves that sort of thing. But, before the sun sets, I walk him back downstairs and out the front door. Leaning against the frame, eyes heavy and limbs sedated, I offer him a soft smile.

“See you around, Trouble.”

He grins, bringing my hand to his lips. He almost walks away, but thinks better of it, bringing me into him for one last kiss.

Click.

“Oh, who’s this, Skyler?”Click.Trevor and I both turn, eyes wide, and the moment I take in a middle-aged woman with a tight bun, a camera, andStar Poker Floridabadge slung around her neck, my stomach drops. “Latest flavor of the week?”

Well, shit.