of us said anything. We were all heavy breaths and low moans.
I nestled my head into the crook of his neck as I felt myself climb steadily toward what I hoped would be the most satisfying orgasm I’d had in a long time.
But I didn’t quite get there before Drew held me in place. I tried to squirm, feeling the female version of blue balls start to creep up on me.
“I gotta tell you something,” he said.
It sounded serious, but so was my need, which felt more urgent than whatever Drew was going to talk about.
“Can we talk after we finish?” I hadn’t been that forward with a guy before, but Drew was different. Living together had forced us to get closer than we would have otherwise. The emotional connection was there. We were only missing the physical. And God, was I missing it.
“I’m not sure you’ll want anything to do with me after I tell you this.”
The seriousness of his voice had me climbing off him and settling in on the couch for whatever it was he had to tell me.
Drew sat up taller, rubbing his hands over his thighs nervously before finally looking at me.
“Just come out with it,” I said.
A few more seconds passed, and I wondered what it was that was such a big deal he had to tell me at such an inconvenient time but also couldn’t bear to reveal it. I honestly couldn’t come up with anything.
“I told Carter.”
“Told Carter what?”
“About us,” he answered quickly.
Did he mean what I thought he meant? His expression said yes, but I prayed he must’ve meant something else because why the hell would Drew tell anyone that we aren’t siblings? That meant he wasn’t who he said he was either. It was detrimental to both of our goals.
“What about us exactly?”
“That we have a thing going on.” He gestured between us. “Whatever this is. And that you’re not my sister. I’m not Brody Mason. Everything.”
He looked like he was physically afraid of what I might do to him after he said it. His expression made me more conscious of my own, because while there was absolutely some anger in every bone of my body right now, the predominant emotion I felt was disappointment. At what, I wasn’t exactly certain.
Sure, I was disappointed that our secret was out, and if Carter leaked it to anyone, it would jeopardize any chance I’d have at becoming president, but Drew’s big mouth also meant it wouldn’t be long before his college boy gig was up.
Brody would have to come back to the States—my parents would hire an international hitman if he didn’t—and they’d probably force me to move back home and attend a college I could easily commute to. And that was how Drew’s and my journey would end—crash and burn it would be.
Maybe that was the crux of my emotion. I knew this thing with Drew had a shelf life, but I didn’t think it would expire before we’d even gotten a chance to taste it.
“I’m sorry, Soph,” he said quietly. “He seemed sure that it was us kissing that night.”
“But he didn’t know it was us. The only other person who knew for sure was Taylor.”
“I know I fucked up, but I felt bad lying to him. Carter’s been a good friend, and I started to feel guilty—”
“Do you feel better now?” We both knew what his answer was going to be, so I didn’t wait for him to respond. “Ugh, this is so messed up.” Rubbing my hands over my face, I tried to think of the best possible outcome. I’d already considered the worst.
But maybe Carter wouldn’t tell anyone. I didn’t think he would share what he learned intentionally with anyone, but it was Carter, for Christ’s sake. He wasn’t exactly the most cautious person I’d ever met. And this was college. He’d get drunk and tell one person he trusted or slip up and tell a roomful of people without thinking.
And now I was back to thinking the worst.
“There’s no way Carter can keep this secret. He’s going to tell someone. It’s just a matter of when.”
I hoped it would at least be after the auction when I’d had a chance to prove my ability as sorority president and Drew had an opportunity to finish out the semester.
“I don’t know. He swore he wouldn’t. I trust him.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust him. But it’s Carter,” I said, as if that were an explanation in and of