Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Vampire Bill squawks from his cage. “Shit! Door! I need a cigarette! Call the cops!”
“No need for that,” I mutter. “I have a pretty good idea who it is.”
And so…
I should just ignore him.
Instead, it’s as if my soul is connected to his, as if I know he’s out there waiting for me to open the door. And part of me wants to see him—even if it’s only going to break my heart.
I grab my long cardigan and tug it around my shoulders then make my way out to the hallway.
“Who is it?” I ask.
“Ryker.” His voice is husky, and I rub my arms.
Charisma pops her head out the door, her hair definitely looking decidedly worse than mine. “Need some help?” Obviously, she heard who’s here. “I can hold him down while you pluck his chest hairs out?”
“No.” I shake my head, so she goes back to her bedroom and shuts the door.
I open the door and there he is. Wearing gym shorts and a Waylon hoodie, he looks rumpled and worn out. His gaze captures mine, his face lined and hard. The bruise around his eye brings everything that happened with Archer back into sharp focus.
“What do you want?” My hand clings to the doorjamb, and I block the entrance to my house.
“You didn’t respond to my texts,” are the first words out of his mouth. Accusatory.
“I know.”
“I’ve been worried sick. I sat on your porch for an hour hoping you’d come home. I went back to the library. I drove all over campus.” He exhales, pushing a hand through his hair. “Can we talk?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Why?”
“It’s late, and I’ve been drinking, and I don’t want to be around you.” My voice is brittle. “You broke my trust, Ryker. You told the team we had sex.”
A muscle in his cheek flexes. “Drinking?”
“At Cadillac’s with my friends.” Then I have to toss in, “Connor was there.”
Anger flits over his features and his eyes sharpen. “Really?”
My arms cross. “I don’t owe you any explanations.”
His eyes laser in on mine. “But I owe you one. Let me come inside and we’ll talk.”
I rub at my forehead, already feeling the twinges of a headache that’s bound to morph into a full-blown jackhammer by morning.
“Red—”
“Stop calling me that.”
He bites his lip. “It didn’t happen the way you think it did. I didn’t have sex with you and then just bust up in practice, high-fiving everyone. Did you really think that about me? After everything we’ve talked about?”
I frown. “Don’t point fingers at me. This is not my fault. You fucked us up all on your own.”
He swallows and looks away. “I know. I tried to tell you in the library the other day. I just couldn’t.”
My heart cracks at his admittance and pain ripples through me.
“I wasn’t on board with that stupid bet, Penelope. I never accepted it. I told him no since the beginning. I’m not that guy. You know me.”
Do I?
“You have to believe me.” He leans in and I take a step back.
“Please. I don’t want you inside my house right now.”
He scrubs at the shadow on his face with both hands, a ragged look on his face. “Just…give me a chance.”
“Why? I gave you something precious, and you told everyone about it. Did you tell them I was a virgin too?”
“Fuck…no. I didn’t even mean to say what I did. It just came out. Blaze had just told me Archer harassed you then I went out on the field and he tackled me and we fought. My anger was out of control…I don’t know…everything just fell apart. I just…snapped.” He lets out a pent-up breath. “I hate that I said it, Red. I hate it so much. I wanted to take those words back—”
“Once you ring a bell, you can’t un-ring it.”
He closes his eyes briefly. “I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.”
Emotion tugs at me, pulling at my chest.
But…I can’t.
“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough. Good night, Ryker.”
I shut the door in his face.
Penelope
Margo sits across from me at the student center. Her face is pale, and she looks like she might hurl.
“Hangover?” I ask as we eat lunch together.
“Ughhhh,” comes from her as she sucks down her second glass of water.
“I should have told you to hydrate last night. Champagne headaches are the worst.” I grimace. I was smart and took a Tylenol before I went to bed; plus, I guzzled a Gatorade.
She nods and looks down at her pizza. “I don’t think I can eat this.”
“It’s barely edible anyway,” I say as I munch on my slice that has pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms.
“I ended up going back to Connor’s place last night.”
My ears perk up. “Oh yeah?”
“We had a few more drinks. We might have played strip chess.” She gulps. “Then I woke up on his couch wearing his shirt and my underwear.”