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impressed. "Thought football players
couldn't read, huh?"
    "Sure, you read the blitz," she replies jokingly.
    "So you are a football fan...from something you
said earlier I—"
    "No. No, I'm not."
    "Okay, weirdo," I say.
    "I'm not a weirdo!" she gasps indignantly stopping
in her tracks. She squints up at my face. "Oh, you're trying to tease
me," she says, and keeps walking. "I wouldn't say I'm a fan , I
just pick things up here and there," she states.
    "Uh-huh," I reply, as thought that clarifies
anything. I see Calhoun dormitory rising up in front of us, and find myself
trying to walk slower.
    "So what's your major then?" she asks. Is she
trying to change the subject?
    "English Lit," I reply.
    "Really?" she asks, sounding shocked.
    "Yeah. I mean, I figured it didn't really matter what I
chose, since I wouldn't be making a career out of it anyway. And I like books,
they take my mind off things."
    "And you have time? With practices and
everything?"
    "Not really, but I do what I can. I never ace my
courses or anything, not that the school cares as long as I stay
eligible." I'm surprised to hear a hint of bitterness creep into my voice.
    "That's a shame," she says, shaking her head as we
make our way through the front door of the dorm and into the elevator. "I
mean, it sounds like if you had more time, you'd be able to—forget it,"
she says, suddenly pressing her lips together. The elevator doors open, and I
follow her down her hallway in silence, and wait as she unlocks her door.
"Can you put her on her bed?" she asks, nodding to the one beneath
all the Vanover paraphernalia. I smile as I recognize a photo of myself on a
calendar.
    I walk over and gently lay Danielle on top of her covers.
Britt walks to the foot of the bed, and gently removes her heels.
    "You think she'll be okay?" she asks quietly.
    "She'll be fine," I assure her.
    "Well, thanks then," she says formally, and stands
there looking at me.

 
    Chapter 7
    Britt
     
    Why isn't he leaving? He should leave now. Not that anything
about tonight has gone as I expected it to. He certainly hasn't turned out the
way I expected him to.
    He turns and wanders over to my side of the room. "So
what's your major?" he asks quietly, sitting on the edge of my desk. I
feel a nervous fluttering in my stomach. Why does he even care? My goodness, he
is handsome up close. No, no. I can't be having those kinds of thoughts. I've
already been way too friendly, far nicer than I intended to be. Time to shut it
down.
    "It's getting late," I say.
    "I'll say," he agrees with a smile.
    "You know what I meant," I retort pointedly.
    "I did," he agrees, standing up. He towers over
me, a solid brick of muscle. "You know, I think this might be the longest
conversation I've had with a woman in years."
    I blanch. "That's...horrible."
    To my surprise, he laughs. "You're right, it is,"
he acknowledges, shaking his head at himself. "You're a very intriguing
woman," he says, walking up to me. I have to tilt my head way back to look
up at him, he's so tall. I swallow at the hungry look in his eyes, and feel my
skin start to ripple with heat.
    "I'm sure there are lots of intriguing girls back at
the party," I whisper.
    "None like you," he murmurs. I feel his arms
gently wrap around my waist. I begin to tremble...from fear, pleasure, I don't
know. My emotions are running so high that I can't tell.
    "Hunter, I—"
    But his head is bending down toward me, his dark, unreadable
eyes holding me in place until his lips softly touch mine. I feel a surge of
heat rush from the bottom of my feet to my mouth. It's such a strong sensation
that it almost carries me off my feet, but here is Hunter Phillips, standing in
front of me and holding me up.
    He caresses my lips open with his, and I feel his tongue
slide gently against mine. I raise my hands and let them rest against his
chest. His skin feels hot against my palms, and I can feel his heart beating.
His hand slides from my waist and down my ass, and he presses his