Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
My head spins like a tornado as I stare at him. “H-how did you know Thai is my favorite? And how did you know I was working on a paper?”
He shrugs. “I may have done a little social media stalking.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, you never called or texted.”
“Yeah. About that,” he says with a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, and my senses start to come back to me. “How did you even get in here? You don’t have an ID—”
“I’m a resourceful guy.”
“This isn’t a co-ed dorm. If our RA sees you, I’m going to be in so much trouble.”
“Then I better not let your RA see me.”
Without invitation, Griffin sweeps into the room and closes the door behind him. He turns to me with a crooked grin on his face that does wholly inappropriate things to me. I should be mad at him for ghosting me. Part of me wants to be. But the parts below my waist insist it’s better to forgive—a sentiment that echoes through my body as I gaze at him. Dressed in black jeans, black boots, and a black long-sleeved t-shirt that clings to his ripped physique, he looks like he just stepped out of an underwear ad. Like Lila said, he’s a beautiful man.
It’s then that I glance down at myself, dressed in black yoga pants, thick socks, and an oversized pink hoodie, and cringe. As if noticing my self-conscious appraisal, Griffin laughs.
“You are beautiful,” he says.
“I’m not. Not right now,” I say and pull the scrunchie out of my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.
“You really are.”
“Well, thank you,” I mutter. “That’s sweet.”
He favors me with that smile again, and I am half-afraid I’m going to soak through my panties and yoga pants.
“If you’re worried about your RA finding me here, we should probably go picnic in the quad downstairs,” he offers.
“No, it’s fine,” I say quickly. Too quickly. “It’s probably better if we just eat here.”
Griffin nods, then sits down on the floor and leans back against Lila’s bed. As he opens the bag and starts taking out the containers, filling the room with a hundred incredible aromas, I take a seat on the floor in front of my own bed. Griffin lays out all the containers and two bottles of Diet Dr. Pepper, which makes me laugh.
“Wow. You really did do some social media stalking, didn’t you?” I ask.
“Yes, I did.”
For the next couple of hours, we eat, talk, and laugh together, picking up right where we left off at the diner the other night. Griffin makes me feel seen. Heard. It’s crazy, given how little time I’ve known him, but he makes me feel like I can tell him anything, and he’ll listen without judgment. There’s just something in the way he looks at me that makes me feel safe. Other than with Lila, it’s something I’ve never experienced before, and it’s really nice.
“Well, I should probably let you get back to your paper,” Griffin says as he gets to his feet. “It was nice spending some time with you.”
“Yeah, maybe this time you’ll actually call or text me.”
He grins. “Yeah, I might just do that.”
“You better.”
I follow him to the door, and he turns, as if he has something to say, but when our eyes meet, it’s like I just grabbed onto a live wire. Griffin grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me up against the door to kiss me. His tongue is like velvet, and his mouth tastes like the spices from the Thai food, raising goosebumps all over my body. As he presses forward, I melt into him and feel his long, thick cock pressed against my belly. I gasp and stare into his dreamy eyes as a quiver runs through my body that lights me up from head to toe.
I know I should stop this. I’ve never had sex with anybody before. I’ve honestly never even touched a man’s cock before, and the size of Griffin’s has me a little intimidated. But a fire burns between my thighs, I’m wetter than I ever have been, and my body responds to his touch in ways that I can’t control. Everything he’s doing—from kissing me to grabbing my hair and pulling my head back so he can bite my neck—sends molten heat through my veins and feels so good, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.
As if I weigh nothing, Griffin scoops me up and carries me over to the bed, laying me down gently on top of my comforter. With my heart beating so hard I’m sure the RA from hell can hear it, he kisses me and, with his eyes twinkling mischievously, slides down my body. I gasp as he slides my yoga pants down and bites my bottom lip, ten thousand thoughts and emotions colliding inside of me all at once. As he parts my thighs, he looks up at me with his eyes glittering in the soft lighting of the room. If I want to stop things before they get out of hand, this is my last chance.