I don’t even remember how we got from that cramped, beer-smelling bathroom back to Jaxson’s off-campus apartment, but when I finally peeled my eyes open, the bright morning sun was slicing through the heavy blackout curtains, and I was buried under a mountain of dark, expensive-smelling sheets. My head was pounding a steady, brutal rhythm against the mattress, a leftover souvenir from the cheap frat beer, but the dull ache in my lower back and the soreness between my legs told me exactly what had happened after we left that party. I shifted slightly, and immediately, a heavy, muscular arm draped over my waist tightened, pulling me flush against a broad, bare chest. Jaxson was awake. I could feel the steady, deep rumble of his breathing against my spine, and the rough scratch of his morning stubble was resting right against the back of my neck. For a second, I just lay there, my heart doing this stupid, nervous flutter in my chest, waiting for him to pull away. I fully expected hi
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