I force a smile. “Right. Not a big deal.”
Inside, though, I’m screaming,‘Yes it is, you perfect, sweet man I just gave myself to. And now I want more!’
So much more.
He leans over the bed, kisses me once, quick, almost absentmindedly.
“Good night, Piggy.”
Then he’s gone.
And now I’mdumb Charlotte.
Because before tonight, I guess I didn’t know what love was. Not really.
Now?
I know what it feels like to give my body to someone, and still feel empty the second they walk away.
I want him back.
In my room. In my bed.Inside me.
Why did he leave so fast?
Chapter 8
Grayson
For the past few weeks, I’ve been leaving early and coming home late just to avoid Charlotte.
But today?
No choice.
It’s Thursday. Football’s on. The boys are over. Pool party’s happening.
I open a bag of chips—
“Hey, Grayson. You’re here!” Charlotte says, practically appearing out of thin air.
I look down at her, those big dumb eyes locked on me.
For fuck’s sakes.
I’ll be polite, though. She is my roommate.
“I’m good. How are you?”
She fidgets, twisting her fingers as she speaks too fast — zero skill with men.
“Oh! That’s great! Uh, what have you been doing? You’re never home.”
“Stuff,” I answer flatly.
I move to the living room, and of course, she trails behind me like a dog who hasn’t seen her owner for a week.
“Oh, well, Grayson—”
