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I was falling for him, too.

Resist it.

And the idea of us being a couple made me sick—not because it sounded bad, but because I wanted it so fucking badly.

I couldn’t resist it.

I couldn’t say no.

I threw my car into park.

I cut the engine and took out the key.

And I got out, catching Andrew as he opened the front door.

“I don’t know how any of this works, Andrew,” I said. “But if you actually want to try, I’ll try, for you.”

His eyes were wide.

“Gray…”

“Hurt me. Destroy me. Throw me to the side when you go pro, and you become the most famous fucking football player in the world.”

“I wouldnever, Gray?—”

“—But I’m not scared to try anymore.”

He put his arm around my waist, pulling me in close.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest.

I was shaking, again.

I hadn’t been shaking during a single moment tonight chasing down Colby, but now, I was fucking trembling.

“You want to try?” Andrew whispered, his eyes searching my face.

I swallowed. “Even if I fucking regret this. Yes. Goddamnit.”

Andrew let out a breath of air.

He was so handsome. So stupidly irresistible.

“Does this mean you want to be myboyfriend, Gilman?”

“I hate you,” I muttered. “I’m completely falling for you, and I still hate you. Is that how that’s supposed to work?”

He puffed out a laugh, something glittering in his eyes as he looked down at me. “When it’s us? I guess so.”

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I said, the urge coming up inside me like an inferno. “Want to fuck you. Want you to fuckme. Andrew, I want absolutelyeverythingwith you.”

“Then come get it,” he said, walking inside the frat house. “It’s already yours.”

CHAPTER 17

ANDREW

Getting face-fucked by Gray when we were complete enemies was one of the best feelings in my life, if I was being honest.