out with their boyfriends, go places, do things, not sit at the pool and watch him swim laps.”
“I like that you’re a swimmer.” I especially like what it does for his body. My eyes betray my thoughts by lowering to his sculpted chest.
He laughs. “It’s mostly genetics. My dad is pretty toned under his suits, too.”
I cringe. “Oh, please don’t give me mental images of your dad!”
He laughs harder, and I join in. We both stop, our eyes locking on each other. His lips are so close I can’t take it. I lean forward, kissing his bottom lip. His hand weaves through my hair and pulls me closer. Our chests are pressed up against each other, and I can’t tell if it’s my pounding heart I’m feeling or his. Somehow I think it’s both, beating in tune.
His hand moves from my hair, down my shoulders, and traces circles on my lower back. I reach around his waist, pulling him closer even though there’s barely any air between us as it is. Kissing him is intoxicating. Maybe it’s because he’s a little older and has more experience, or maybe it’s just him. All I know is I could kiss Andy all night long.
Our make-out session lasts for two hours. My lips are probably swollen, but I don’t care. The second his lips move from mine, all I can think is I want them back. Andy looks into my eyes, and I can see he’s wrestling with something. I know what he’s thinking. I’m not stupid.
“It’s getting late. Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?”
Okay, maybe I don’t know what he’s thinking. “Um…” I twist around to see the clock, which isn’t easy since my legs are tangled up in his. One in the morning. The social must be long over by now. I hope Julia didn’t go back to Mike’s room, but then again, I came here. I have to wonder if she’ll be making the walk of shame back to our dorm in the morning. Not really how I want her to start her college career. “Yeah, I guess I should get going.”
His fingers reach for mine. “You’re welcome to stay if you want. I’m not kicking you out or anything.”
“I’m getting kind of tired, and we have those entrance exams right after breakfast. I need to get some sleep.” My brain is taking over again, and I hate myself for it.
He nods. I can see he’s disappointed, but he’s not going to push me. “Then I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
“I can manage it. I remember the way.” I walk to the door, but my hand lingers on the knob.
Andy gets up and follows me. “No way am I letting you walk across campus alone in the dark. That’s like rule number one. There’s a reason freshman travel everywhere in packs.”
“Now you have me thinking this isn’t a very safe school.”
“I hate to break it to you, but that’s a good rule to follow no matter where you go. You don’t know who you can and can’t trust.”
“I trust you.” There’s no doubt in my mind. I trust him completely. I know I could spend the night and he’d do nothing more than hold me if that’s what I wanted. The problem is that isn’t what I want. I want to be with Andy, but not as a one-night stand. I want more than that.
“Then stay. I promise I won’t—”
I press my finger to his lips. “I know you won’t.” I lock the door and kiss him again. To hell with sleep.
Chapter Nine
We back up to the bed again, where Andy sits down. He pulls out of the kiss and looks up at me. “Are you sure about this?”
I don’t want to talk about it. All I want is to be with him. To feel him. Instead of answering, I lower myself over him, forcing him to lean back. I’ve never taken the lead like this before. I’ve always held back, but something about being here with Andy is making me feel so free. Maybe it’s because I know he’s one of the good guys—one of the rare guys who says what he means and actually wants a relationship.
He lifts my weight off him for a moment and repositions us on the bed. His eyes meet mine, and the desire I see in them is overwhelming. Yet he’s holding back. That just makes me want him more. I crush my lips on his, and