Crushed (Rushed #2) Read Online Free PDF

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    Somewhere beneath that hard exterior she put on was a complicated, sensitive, passionate girl. That beautiful girl rarely came out. Only when Morgan was hurting and dropped her prickly crustaceous shell. And that was usually because of Zach. The only times she opened up to me were when he'd hurt her. Each time was like a sucker punch to my gut. I didn't know why the shit I was the guy who had to pick her up and put her back together. I didn't know why I put up with it.
    Morgan and I had our own sorry past. If you can call it that. Is a one-sided love affair and a few hookups a past? Or is it just fucking stupidity in every sense?
    The simple truth is, I fell hard for her our freshman year. Against all reason and common sense. Before I realized she was into Zach.  
    Shit, even at a university with over twenty thousand students, the one girl I'd wanted had already fallen for my ex-best friend. Zach and I had had a major falling out the summer before, just after we graduated from high school. That was before our recent patching up of all the shit between us.
    Zach had just gotten a job as a houseboy at her sorority. Without it, he would have been SOL as far as paying for college. His parents didn't give a crap about him and refused to help pay for anything. The most popular guy from my high school class was now the Double Deltsies' servant. And I didn't give a damn.
    On the other hand, through a stroke of luck, and a lot of schmoozing, I'd pledged the best frat on campus. My absolute top choice. This was a group of guys I would have connections to for life. Guys with connections. Guys going places. Guys who knew how to have fun. My future looked rosy, as my grandma would say. While Zach was struggling.
    Even with Zach and my statuses reversed from high school, where I was always playing second to him, and roughly ten thousand girls to choose from, Zach had gotten Morgan's attention. And didn't want her.
    The vision of Morgan the first time I saw her was forever written in my memory. Do you believe in love at first sight? I sure as hell didn't. But the moment the Double Deltsies walked into the first party my frat threw for them that fall, I fell for her like I'd never fallen before. Free fall with no parachute.  
    If you're an adrenaline junkie, you know the feeling. Like you can't breathe and all the colors of the world are more vibrant than they've ever been. Like your heart won't stop pounding and each beat is full of thrill and fear. Like you should back out of whatever dangerous dumbass thing you're doing. But you know you won't. Because you know you love the rush too much. But was it sustainable?
    Nearly all the Deltsies were blonds of one shade or another, real or bleached. In early September, the heat was stifling during the day. In the evening, the air grew crisp. The Deltsies arrived right on time at sunset, a crowd of blonds with hair haloed by the setting sun. Short skirts. Crop tops. Flip-flops. Bodies that gave a guy a hard-on just thinking about them.
    In that crowd, I don't know how Morgan stood out. Must have been that damn aura of charm and seduction that surrounded her. Or maybe it was her bright smile. Or her tinkling laugh that made her eyes sparkle. Or her naïve vulnerability. She wasn't jaded and desperate back then, like she was now. Just a fresh-faced freshman looking for a party and a good time.
    I still remembered the way the setting sun lit her hair. The look of wonder on her face, like she couldn't believe her good luck to be a Deltsie partying with us. I can describe the skirt she wore in great detail, as if I were a fashion merchandising major or some shit.
    I'd screwed up my courage and brought her a beer. "You look thirsty." It was a cheesy line.
    She looked up at me from beneath impossibly long lashes. As she took the plastic cup from me, our fingers brushed. It was innocent and a turn-on at the same time.
    She lifted the beer to her lips and took a great chug, leaving a white mustache