The Score (Off-Campus #3)

“I am doing what I want.”

My eyebrows knit together as I wait for him to clarify.

“I’m making you happy.”

“I want to be with you because it feels right.”

“We’re together,” I bite out.

She startles. “What?”

It feels like someone jammed a handful of gravel in my throat. I gulp through it. “We’re together,” I repeat.

She looks baffled. “We…why?”

“Because we are.”

I don’t know why I’m feeling so antisocial.

“Do that again,” she begs.

“Do it for me.”

“I was bossier. But that’s because you needed a lot more instruction.”

Yes.” I scrape my fingers over the dark blond stubble on his movie-star jaw. “But I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you.”

Because I will do anything that woman asks. I’d sell my soul to the devil himself if Allie told me to do it

“I thought you said you didn’t want to salsa dance. And Dean Di Laurentis only does what he wants, remember?”

He shrugs. “I am doing what I want.”

My eyebrows knit together as I wait for him to clarify.

“I’m making you happy.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to salsa dance. And Dean Di Laurentis only does what he wants, remember?”

He shrugs. “I am doing what I want.”

My eyebrows knit together as I wait for him to clarify.

“I’m making you happy.”