All Chapters of Choosing You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ETHANMy face is still hot with the sting of Piper’s slap. The ringing in my ears hasn’t stopped since the shattering crackle sound rang through them when she hit me. She fucking hit me. Can’t say that I was expecting that. But I also deserved it. I knew she’d be mad. Livid. At this point, I’ll do anything to solidify Piper’s image of me. I’ve been slowly losing it since last Saturday night. After the bar, I went home—alone, no less—and couldn’t get the sounds of her moans out of my head. It made for a shitty night of sleep. A shitty fucking week. Piper shouldn’t still be in my head. But the more I saw her all week, the more I thought of her. It would’ve been alright if she’d completely ignored me. That’s what I tell myself. But she’d glance at me during classes. Spot me walking around, and those fucking lips would part, begging me to come to her. She’s doing it on purpose. I know she is, because she doesn’t get that this shit can’t happen. I do though. So, I had to take things up ano

ETHAN“Fuck!”I shove my cell into my back pocket.Adam slings his arm over my shoulder with so much force he knocks me to the side, while he laughs, “What’s wrong with you?”I shrug him off of me. “Nothing. Have you seen Jordan?”Shaking his head, he’s still amused. “No. Haven’t seen him for a while actually. He was texting in the kitchen like an hour ago. Why?”Yeah, why? Because Piper’s at a club with some asshole all over her? Because she sounds wasted and possibly in danger of doing something she can’t take back? Or just in danger? Who is this douchebag anyway? Some bearded jerk preying on a drunk college girl who’s obviously trying to hide feelings she has for someone else.Why does that matter? The better question is what business is it of mine what she does? She can fuck whoever she wants. That was the point of being all over what’s-her-name, right? So that Piper would realize shit with us is never going to happen. That everything we’ve done so far shouldn’t have went down in

ETHANSix in the morning. I open my eyes to Piper in my arms, naked and sound asleep. We had sex. And now I’m lying here like it changes something, when I know it can’t. I made promises to my father when I said I’d clean up my act. I agreed to all sorts of stipulations. Stipulations that can’t be rewritten for anything. That includes sex with Piper. The kind of sex that touches everywhere at once, making your entire being fall victim to bliss until you can breathe again. And when you do, you want to do it again. I want to do it again, as many times as possible. Evident by the way we spent the night. But now, in the light of day, I know that’s a dangerous way of thinking.She stirs in her sleep, snuggling in closer to soak up my body heat. Her body is still exposed to the low-set temperatures in the dorm. It’s the only reason she’s trying to cuddle. And the only reason I lean into her temporarily, inhaling her scent, testing her soft skin against mine. Liking it. I fucking like it. Tha

ETHANStay away. That’s what I’ve decided to do. Stay the hell away from Piper because no good can come from the shit going on in my head. In my fucking body. Fuck no. Not the way I want to find her on campus just so I can see her for even a second. Definitely not the way I want to talk to her. Send her a text and see what kind of response I’ll get after being such an ass. Even if she’s ready to rip me a new one for some idiotic thing I’ve said. Or if she wants to tell me to go to hell for the way I’ve treated her lately. I’m tempted to want to hear all of it. It’s kind of turning me on. Because at least that way she’s talking to me.Shit.I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. Suddenly, I can’t focus without thinking about another one of her kisses. Or the way I want to pull her into my arms and hold onto her. The way we fit together when I fuck her. Or the ways I want to suck face like I’m still in high school, because, fuck, every time I kiss her it’s like the best one I’ve e

ETHANI control her lips, manipulating them, and taking everything I’ve been wanting until I can’t see straight. My hold on her waist tightens too, pressing her body even closer so she can feel how hard I am for her. It’s taking everything I have not to bend her over one of these information tables so I can see what color her panties are today. I can picture something bright and colorful that I’ll have to move out of the way, before slapping my handprint on her taut ass, and thrusting my dick inside her. Fuck. I might need a cold shower before my next class. The one we have together.Somehow, I think I might want her more now, than ever before, because of the way she was just matching my insults, throwing me attitude, and not backing down. She was ready to take my head off. And I know that I deserved it. But now she’s almost in tears, and I’ll admit it, that shit does something to me. How the hell did we get here? I don’t want her to cry. Don’t want to make her cry over the stupid shi