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What the hell happened to me these last two months?
Roxanne fucking Marquez is what had happened to me. I’d figured bossing her around to hang out with me at the most inconvenient times would have made her pissy. Whiney. Enough to turn me off her and make me lose interest.
But it hadn’t.
If anything, my idiotic plan had backfired exquisitely. Roxie was more than I could have ever imagined. I’d never thought capable of missing anything, much less a person. Hell, I’d never thought I had a damn heart. But she had proven me wrong, time and time again.
Now I slept like shit if she wasn’t next to me.
The last two nights on the road shouldn’t have affected me. I should have been able to brush her away. Hell, part of me had even thought about hooking up with a random jock bunny while I was gone after admitting to Roxie that there hadn’t been anyone since we’d started this whole fucking thing. It was the longest I’d gone without anything more than my hand since starting college, and it worried me just how wrapped up with Roxie I was.
But the moment we’d arrived, just the thought of some other woman’s hands on me felt wrong. So wrong, I hadn’t been able to even stomach it, much less actually try.
Yeah, I was well and truly fucked!
Hell, if Roxanne’s course load hadn’t been as heavy as it was, I’d insisted on her joining me on these away games so I could sleep better. It seemed sleep only came as easily and peacefully if she was in bed with me, cuddled into my side.
Now I was at a frat party trying anything I could to ensure I would get three more months. Why? I still wasn’t sure. Liar, a thing inside me muttered. I knew why; I just wasn’t completely ready to admit it.
“I need you to ask Callie Villa out,” I repeated. Trevor just stared at me.
“Why?”
“Why not?” I shrugged, trying not to show the nerves that swirled inside of me.
“Dave, no offense, I know you. I’m not one of your little puppets like your frat bros. Why are you meddling with Callie Villa?” Trevor asked. I had to give it to the hockey player; he was a good guy.
“I’m not.” I sighed. “Okay, not exactly.”
“Spill.”
“You know Adam?”
“Marquez? Of course. He’s cool.” I nodded. Yeah, Adam Marquez was cool, salt-of-the-earth kinda guy who had your back, no questions asked.
“Callie’s his best friend.”
“Word around school is they’re not talking.”
“Right.”
“She’s a nice girl, man.”
“And you’re interested?” I asked, hating having to set him up like this.
“Maybe,” he admitted, and I sighed.
“Cards on the table, man, if you go there now or later, it’s only got heartbreak city in it for you.” I knew I sounded alike a sap and an asshole all at the same time. Shit! When the hell in the last two months with how busy Roxanne was, did she have time to turn me into this fucking romantic? Shit.
“How do you figure?”
“They’re in love with each other,” I said and shrugged. “They just… need a little help finding their way back to each other.”
“And you think I should, what? Ask her out and make him jealous? This isn’t some kind of romcom.”
“Look, you just need—”
“The truth,” he cut me off, and my lips twitched. “And I might consider whatever the hell you have going on.” Trevor and I came from similar backgrounds.
