Seven months later...Roan-Mr. Hotshot Rookie of the Year-helps me carry the heavy couch up two flights of stairs. As we crest the landing, Violet scrambles to open the door. She slides out of our way before pointing at the far wall under the window of the tiny apartment we're now renting. "Put it down over there." As we lower the monstrous thing to the ground, she directs, "A little more to the left, please."Roan shoots me a look as we shuffle to the left."Nope, too far. Go back just a smidge."We sidle to the right before hesitating. When she smiles, we set it down on the carpeted floor."Perfect!"As I stretch my back and shoulders, my gaze strays to Violet as she fusses around the couch, adding cushions and pillows. The way she looks in those tight cutoff jean shorts-especially when she bends over to grab something off the floor-has me wishing that Roan would disappear. It also has me thinking about all the ways I plan to christen our brand-new apartment in the nea
Sam slides onto the chair parked next to me about thirty seconds after class begins. His jean-clad leg presses up against mine as he settles in. Not taking my eyes off the professor, who has already launched into the lecture for the day, I whisper from the corner of my mouth, "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Harper."Even though I'm not looking his way, I know he's grinning from ear to ear. I can all but feel it. His smiles are as blinding as the sun. Heat radiates from them in heavy waves. Any minute his warm breath is going to feather across my-"I had to haul ass all the way from the stadium." He snorts before adding, "Coach scheduled a midafternoon practice just for the fun of it."Well...that last comment is debatable. It's early November, and damn chilly out. The Bulldogs have been on an incredible winning streak this season, which means ramped up practices and workout schedules so they can keep their number one seed going into the playoffs. At this point, everyone in th
"Much," I squeak as my heart continues to jackhammer painfully under my breast.He glances around and asks, "So, where's what's-his-face? Hasn't he been meeting you after class?"I send him one of those I-don't-really-want-to-talk-about-it looks, and he immediately chortles, which isn't a good look on him. "Jeez, Vi, ran another one off already, huh? That was fast. Even for you.""Eight days," I confirm reluctantly. Which is par for the course where I'm concerned. My relationships have absolutely zero staying power. I've had cartons of milk sitting in my fridge that have outlasted some of these guys.Which is...yeah...just plain sad."I don't know why you bother."I shake my head and agree with the sentiment. "Me, neither." "Off to sociology?"I'm not even sure why he asks. The guy probably knows my schedule better than I do."Yup, then I'm done for the day." Although I do have a ton of studying to plow my way through this afternoon, which is pretty standard. There
"Dude, I'm curious-when was the last time you got laid?" Dylan pauses for a beat before forging ahead with the conversation. "I'm being totally serious right now."Sadly, I know he is.Not bothering to answer, because doing so will only perpetuate the conversation, I glance around the Sigma party. It's as jam-packed and out of control as I suspected it would be. We're talking elbow to elbow crowd, music at an ear shattering decibel, a few games of strip beer pong already in progress, drinks galore from the makeshift bar, and-if my nose isn't deceiving me-a few bowls of pot being passed around. It isn't even ten yet, and this party is just getting started. Although, none of that stops me from zeroing in on Violet like a heat-seeking missile. Even though she's clear across the room, I keep my sights locked on her.I hoist the beer to my lips and take a swig. "What? You keeping tabs on me or something?"Because that's not creepy at all.A knowing brow slides its way across h
She screeches to a halt, refusing to budge any further. Her dark brows lower over eyes that spark with anger. Her hands bunch at her sides like she's contemplating whether or not to throw a punch.Like I said-goddamn sexy.She grits between clenched teeth, "He was not a drunken idiot! He was actually a nice guy and you chased him off."Fine. Maybe he was.But still...I give her a considering look before stating the obvious, "He didn't seem to mind that I stole you right from beneath his nose, now did he?" Violet makes that growling noise deep in her throat again. Damn, but she's adorable when she's all riled up. It makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and carry her out of here. But I don't. She's liable to cause even more physical damage to my person if I were to attempt something along those lines. "Sam!" My name explodes from her lips in frustration. "That's only because you let him think we were a couple!" She throws her arms wide. "Of course, he was going
Sam picks me up from my dorm around eleven o'clock before we head over to my grandparent's house on the other side of town. It's about a twenty-minute ride from campus, which means I can pop over anytime they need something.Or whenever I'm craving a homecooked meal.Under normal circumstances, Sam and I will talk the entire way. But that's not the case today. Instead, he's oddly silent. Dare I say contemplative? Even though I don't know for sure, and he certainly hasn't mentioned anything about it, I suspect his mood has something to do with what happened at the Sigma party Thursday night.It's hardly the first time Sam has run off a guy who's been hitting on me. More like the fortieth. And I'm probably being conservative with that estimate.So, what's up with the weird vibe?All I know is that I don't like it.It makes me feel twitchy and nervous. Two things I never am when we're together. There are only a few select people I can be myself with. Mia, my grandparents,
I roll my eyes and attempt to put a positive spin on what never should have been heard in the first place. "At least they're still active and in love." I give him a hard poke in those rock-solid abs of his. They're bounce-a-quarter-off tight. "You should be so lucky to have hot sex when you're in your seventies."All right, so maybe that comment crossed a line.By like a mile.Sam winces before muttering, "Jeez, Vi! You saying that is almost as bad as hearing them go at it."As those grumbled words slide from his lips, my grandmother's voice fills the air as she breezes through the hallway leading from the kitchen to the large foyer. "Violet and Sam, you're here!"The guy next to me straightens to his full height as I give her a cheerful smile. "Hi, Gran!"With a pleased expression, she envelopes my body in her arms before giving me a little squeeze. My eyelids flutter closed as I sink into her embrace.This feeling right here...it's exactly what home feels like. After
Thirty minutes later, the four of us are sitting around my grandparent's small round table enjoying the BLT's she just whipped up since they are Sam's favorite. Extra mayo, heavy on the lettuce, one thick slice of tomato, and bread lightly toasted-just the way he likes it. He must have worked up an appetite fixing the leaky pipe. He's already wolfed down two sandwiches and is set on devouring a third. And we only sat down ten minutes ago. Naturally, my grandmother fusses over him the entire time.I turn my attention to my grandfather and can't help but notice that he looks tired. Maybe even a little pale. He's nowhere near as animated as usual. A prick of concern flares to life inside me. "How are you feeling, Gramps?"His face creases with wrinkles as he flashes me a smile. "Just trying to shake this bug I've picked up. Other than that, I'm right as rain." He takes a small bite of his sandwich before chewing it methodically. When he finishes, he asks, "And how's my favo