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I ’d never hooked up with a girl who ended up regretting it.

Until now.

Did I ever think prior to that night that I’d end up hooking up with Kota? Absolutely the fuck not.

She caught me off guard with making a move and I caught myself off guard even more by letting her.

But was it some of the best sex I’d ever had? Yep.

I wasn’t sure why that was. I assumed it was because there was so much fucking tension between us that it all just came out physically, creating one hell of a night.

There was no way it would be that good a second time around though, right?

I wanted to find out.

Ever since it happened, I’d been having weird fucking fantasies every day and it was driving me nuts.

Whenever Kota was casually on the couch, wearing quite literally anything , including her pajamas that made her look like a grown toddler, I envisioned ripping them off and taking her on the couch.

Whenever I walked through the door, I imagined she’d be waiting for me, ready to drag me into one of our rooms.

Whenever she had her hair in a ponytail, I thought about yanking it backwards and bringing my lips to the exposed skin on her neck.

Whenever I could hear her humming a song in the shower, I pictured walking in and joining her.

It was becoming too much.

I didn’t know what I was expecting when I knocked on her door the next morning, but I wasn’t expecting her to be so... regretful.

I could read it in her demeanor, see it all over her face. She may have made the first move, but she wished she hadn’t.

The entire time she’d known me, she’d been trying to demolish my ego.

And now, she finally had.

At first, I was self-conscious, thinking it was my performance or something, but after replaying that night over and over in my head, remembering how she was shuddering beneath me and practically screaming, I decided that couldn’t be it.

Now, I had no doubt that it wasn’t the sex she was regretting. She just regretted that it was with me.

And that made me want her more.

I’d never been in a situation where I wanted someone that I couldn’t have. And in this case, it was for more than one reason.

If I couldn’t have her now, then I needed to make her want me.

And what better way to do that than with some teasing?

She’d been all over my upper body that night, clawing at my chest desperately, digging her nails into my back, clutching onto my arms like it was the edge of a cliff she was about to fall off.

So, I started walking around shirtless a little more often.

She seemed to get bothered every time I did, but she hadn’t made any snarky or sexual comments. She hadn’t made a move either, hadn’t let that stone wall of hers break down. I’d always known she was stubborn, but I was more than ever determined to make her crack.

Ever since I caught her eye-fucking me in my boxers the other day while she was studying in the kitchen, she’d been doing her best to dodge me— practically running at the sight of me with a vibrant pool of red in her cheeks.

Which meant I was getting to her.

Like the many showers I’d taken over the past few days, I spent my time under the water envisioning Kota in there with me while we did R-rated things to each other.

When I got out, I tied a towel around my waist, my wet hair steadily dripping. The second I opened the door and stepped out, I was greeted with a bump in the shoulder.

Kota took a step back. Her initial reaction looked sheepish but as she swallowed, that wall of hers came up, and the ice in her eyes that I knew all too well appeared.

“What are you doing down our hall?” I asked.

“I had to ask Lane something.”

“Lane’s not here.”

“Oh,” she replied.

I raised a brow at her, waiting for her to run off, but she stood her ground.

“You know,” she said scornfully, “if you’re gonna walk around in a towel or boxers, you might as well just walk around naked.”

“Okay,” I shrugged, letting the towel fall to the floor.

Nothing she hasn’t seen before.

Kota let out a screech, her hand flying over her eyes. Turning, she finally ran away like I’d expected her to in the first place.

A dry smile sat comfortably on my face. “Sorry!” I called after her, unapologetically. Picking up the towel off the floor, I walked into my room, feeling foolishly content.