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Chapter Fifteen

Jemma

T he library is my sanctuary. No matter the time of day, my dormitory is never silent.

There’s always someone blasting music or throwing a party.

I can never seem to get anything done unless I hide behind the reference books on the top floor of the library.

No one ever notices me up here, apart from the librarian who checks on me every few hours.

So, when I spot Trent’s blond head coming up the back stairwell, my mouth falls open in shock. What is he doing here? We’re not supposed to meet for another hour. He makes a beeline toward me, and my smile widens.

He stops in front of me with a cocky look on his face. “You’re at my table.”

I tap the open chair next to me. “Sit.” He does as I instruct, and I add, “What are you doing up here?”

“I needed a place to study. My house is too loud.”

“I bet.”

Trent drops his bag onto the table and removes his books, flipping through the pages.

“I had fun the other night.” He gives me a confused look, so I add, “At the Halloween party.”

“Oh.” He nods. “Yeah, the Delta Sig guys know how to throw one hell of a rager.”

“I had a good time.” I slide my hand to his inner thigh. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I can’t seem to get you out of my head.”

His eyebrow rises. “Yeah?”

“Now that you’re here,” I whisper. “I wouldn’t mind showing you how much I’ve missed you.”

He glances around the library.

“There’s an empty classroom on the other side of the library.” I point toward the right side of the floor. “Meet me in there.”

I stuff my books into my bag and sling it over my shoulder, knowing Trent will follow me. The room is dark, except for the light floating through the blinds. Trent shuts the door behind him, leaving us in almost darkness. I sit atop a desk at the front of the room, my legs spread for him.

He drops his bag on the floor and stalks over to me, finding his place between my thighs. “I’m glad you didn’t start without me.”

I chuckle. “I thought about it. But I’d rather you make me come.”

He doesn’t waste a second, planting hungry kisses along my neck.

His hand slides beneath my shirt and pinches my nipple, which rips a moan from my lips.

Our eyes meet as he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth.

Desperate for more, I invade his mouth with my tongue, the connection between us burning like a lit match.

“Trent,” I whisper.

His lips are still against mine, and then he steps back. “Did you just say, Trent?”

I bob my head. “Yeah, what’s the problem?” I reach for him. “Come here.”

He points a finger at his chest. “I’m Tucker.”

“You’re… What?”

“I’m Tucker Kane. Trent is my twin brother.”

My jaw unhinges at his confession.