Almost happy enough to forget about my parents’ divorce. Almost happy enough to be, for lack of a better word, normal.
I’d find out, soon enough, it was all a lie.
Chapter Fifteen – Levi
I was a fucking wuss. A pussy. I did everything I shouldn’t do and avoided the one thing I should do. I made things complicated with Kelsey, practically bared all of my feelings to her, instead of telling her the truth, instead of beating Dean to the punch.
A part of me wondered if Dean had lied. It’d been two weeks, and there was no word on it. We hardly saw each other in the house, and I made sure to never bring Kelsey over. Of course, Kelsey also never brought me to her dorm room. She didn’t like talking about her roommate, even when I asked. Maybe she thought I’d try going after her roommate, or something. I didn’t know.
I had to tell this girl the truth, before someone told her for me. That I knew Mel better than most girls on this campus.
Since neither of us would take the other to where we slept, we had to find secret places to be together. Class time wasn’t enough, and neither were dinner dates in the union. The more I saw her, the more I wanted her, and the more I had her, the more I thought about her. It was a cycle that repeated itself over and over again.
Kelsey’s arms were around my neck, her mouth near my ear. Her legs were pried open, her pants pulled down just enough to give me access. We were in the last stall in the library’s female restroom, and I had her pinned against the wall. It was a strange kind of addicting, being together in taboo places. It was almost like we were sneaking around, like we didn’t want anyone to know about us.
Which…might’ve been truer than I wanted to admit.
I was buried inside her, thrusting my hips against her, dragging myself in and out of her, relishing in the quiet, muffled sounds she made. We were currently alone in the six-stall restroom, but at any given moment, someone might come in. It made it more exciting, more forbidden. Surely, if a faculty member caught us fucking in the bathroom, we would get in so much trouble.
But you know what? I didn’t care. Somehow, someway, I’d come to need her. I needed Kelsey more than I ever needed anyone else before. She made me want to stay here. Not here in the restroom in the library, but here at SCC. She made me want to try to be a better man, for her. That was rare…not every person could say they felt that strongly about someone else.
The way her back arched against me, how her fingers tugged on my hair a bit harder than what would be considered gentle, how she bit her bottom lip when I thrust into her just right. Every little thing she did drove me crazy.
I never knew it could be like this, never knew it could feel like this.
At this point, I didn’t care if I was making a big deal out of nothing. There was no fucking way Kelsey still thought I was a mistake, no way she looked back on that night at the party and regretted coming to me. No possible way. And if she did…she was a better liar than I gave her credit for.
No. No, the way she was around me, how her body responded to mine—there was no way she was lying. This was real. Everything I felt, everything she felt, was as real as emotions could be.
I turned my head, leaning my nose against her cheek, losing myself in the soft, breathy moans that escaped her. I could feel my own pleasure building deep within me, and I was about to come when I heard the restroom’s door swing open. It was too late to stop myself, so I moved a hand to Kelsey’s mouth, trying to keep her quiet as I pumped myself deeper, every hard inch of me buried in her pussy.
I came right when the person who’d walked in locked themselves in the first stall, luckily staying away from ours, the pleasure exploding in my core, heating me up. Any moans that might’ve escaped me I swallowed and kept down, knowing being quiet was the key here. Kelsey’s dark eyes were on me all the while, and the expression she gave me was one that was slightly amused and also insulted.
I stayed buried in her until the person was gone, and only when the restroom’s main door shut again, no more footsteps in the space around us, I removed my hand from her mouth, finding that she was trying to mask a smile by frowning.
“Asshole,” Kelsey muttered. I’d realized after spending more time with her that it was one of her favorite words. She liked to swear, and while it might be a turnoff for some guys, it wasn’t for me.
“You like it,” I told her, knowing it was the truth. I still had her pinned against the wall, my breathing hard. Her arms tightened around my neck, and she gave up trying to mask her smile, instead letting it shine.
Never had a smile affected me so much. Not once in my entire life.
“Maybe I do,” she mused. “But I’ll never admit it to you.”
“Look who’s the asshole now,” I said.
“Not me. Never me. Don’t you know girls can’t be assholes?”
“Why not? Everyone’s got one—”
Kelsey chuckled and smacked me on my shoulder. “Let me down, you dick.”
I slowly pulled out of her, putting myself away and stepping aside as she grabbed some toilet paper to clean herself
