Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 8586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
I had no idea how Tye, who was definitely not a people-person, put up with parties every single weekend of the football season. I offered to sneak him into my dorm room since I roomed by myself thanks to his parents paying more for me to basically have a dorm room that was like a studio apartment, but he always declined, saying he didn’t want to be on the same floor with a bunch of other women.
And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. On weekends, they could be just as obnoxious as these guys and the parties they threw. But at least the walls were thicker, and he didn’t have to leave his room to use the bathroom or grab food and something to drink.
“Do we have to be here?” I asked as I slid off the bike.
“Yes.” He swung his leg over his bike to dismount and turned to face me, reaching up to unclasp the strap beneath my chin. After sliding the helmet off my head, he set it on his seat. “I’m not a fan of your building, and if Tyler wants to come looking for you, that’s the first place he’ll go.”
Despite being an emotional wreck over being cheated on again, my lips twitched in amusement. “His name is Timothy.”
Tye grabbed my hand in his and led me toward the frat house. The ground was shaking beneath my feet from the loud bass, and the closer we got to the house, the more my teeth vibrated from the sheer volume of the music. I grimaced. Tye squeezed my hand before leading me inside.
“Go on to my room!” he shouted over the music. “I’ll get us something to drink and be up in a minute.”
I nodded and reluctantly dropped his hand, beginning to weave through the crowd to get to the stairs. Random guys from the football team shouted my name in greeting as I pushed my way through, and I raised my hand in greeting each time, not interested in losing my vocal chords just to shout back at them in greeting over the music.
Once I made it up the stairs and into Tye’s room, I quickly shut the door behind me, breathing a sigh of relief when the music was at least muffled a little bit. Knowing Tye would be a minute because no doubt, girls were going to try to throw themselves at him and his teammates were going to try to rope him into partying, I stripped out of my clothes and snagged one of Tye’s shirts from his closet, sliding it over my head.
When I crawled onto his bed and burrowed beneath his blankets, I buried my face in his pillow, inhaling the scent of him: pine and citrus. He always reminded me of Christmas and summertime all at once. His smell was addictive and my favorite scent in the entire world.
The door creaked open, and the music grew louder before Tye stepped in fully and quickly shut the door behind him. When I lifted my head, he was toeing his shoes off, a beer and a mixed drink in his hands. When he lifted his head, a small, crooked smile tilted his lips, and my heart flipped in my chest.
Why did Tye have to be my best friend? Why did the one man I wanted more than anything in the world have to be the one man who would never see me as anything other than his friend?
It fucking sucked.
“You good?” he asked, setting the drinks on the nightstand.
“Mostly,” I murmured, trying not to stare at him as he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down his legs, leaving him in his t-shirt, leather jacket, and gym shorts. The leather jacket went next, and then his t-shirt was peeled over his head, revealing his strong biceps, broad chest and shoulders, and lean torso.
It was no wonder girls threw themselves at him every chance they got. Yet—as far as I knew—Tye didn’t give them the time of day. He didn’t date, and he didn’t fuck around with anyone either. He focused on school, football, and well, me. He always seemed to make time for me, no matter how busy and crammed his schedule was.
“Scoot over,” he ordered as he pulled the blankets back enough to slide onto the mattress next to me. As soon as he was laying down, he tugged me into his arms and his legs tangled with mine. “Better?” he asked, his fingers already beginning to idly play in my hair.
I nodded. “It was better the moment you came for me,” I confessed. A heavy sigh escaped my lips. “I’m not upset that he cheated on me specifically. The spark between us was never truly there. I’m just upset that I got cheated on at all. I’m so tired of being treated like garbage. I’m not a bad girlfriend, and it’s not like I’m a prude either.”