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shake that naked ass around the room as she went to drawers and pulled out some clothes. When she was done, she bent over—if her ass wasn’t the finest on Earth, then I’d never seen an ass before—and picked up my T-shirt.
    It fell past her thighs once she had it on. Then she grabbed up her clothes. “Have I mentioned how much I like not sharing a bathroom with a bunch of other girls?”
    I smiled lazily, thinking about all the naked ladies in the same room together. “Couldn’t have been that bad.”
    She threw her socks at me, and I caught them. “Now, baby,” I admonished. “You know you’re my favorite girl.”
    “I better be your only girl,” she cracked and reached for the door handle. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back. “I’ll be in the shower. Alone .”
    “Was that an invite?” I called after her.
    She slammed the door against my words.
    I grinned. I loved pissing her off.
    I figured if I jumped up and followed her right away, she’d throw something else at my head, and as tempting as that was, I decided to give her a few. Besides, lying around in bed was hella nice. At camp, we were up before the damn roosters and worked our asses off ‘til dark.
    It had been weeks since I had the chance to lie in bed just because. Not that I would want to at camp. Those beds were rock hard. Besides, lying around would have given me too much time to think.
    It was weird enough without Rome at camp. First time I’d been to football camp without him. It helped a little knowing he was at camp too, just a different one. But I still missed his presence.
    So I stayed busy. I tried not to notice the Romeo-sized gap on the field and worked hard not to think about all the other shit that chained itself around my neck at the end of last semester. I pushed myself. I ran drills. I worked in the gym.
    All the mental distraction sure was good for the physical part of me.
    ‘Course, I knew eventually there wasn’t gonna be anything left to distract me.
    Oh, and by the way, the walls in here weren’t pink. Or purple.
    My girl knew better than that.
    She just wanted me to spank her ass.
    Naughty thing.
    The walls were still the same color they were when I left, a neutral shade of light tan or something. On the back wall, there were two large windows that overlooked the driveway and front yard, covered with white wooden blinds. And while I was gone, Ivy hung curtains.
    Curtains were for women. We never hung that shit in the dorms. Hell, I wouldn’t even have them in my old room at Mom’s if she hadn’t hung them.
    At least these weren’t lace or covered in hearts or something equally girlish.
    I knew my girl liked pink, but thank God she kept it under control in here. The curtains had wide white and green stripes on them. It was a girly green, kind of like a bright shade. But it wasn’t so bad I would complain.
    The bed was done up in mostly white. White sheets, blankets, and pillows. Of course, there were a million pillows we didn’t even sleep with. She tossed them on the floor when we got in bed at night. What the hell was the point in that?
    She said they made the bed look pretty.
    All I needed to make it look pretty was her naked ass in it, but whatever.
    Some of those useless pillows were the same color as the green stripes on the curtains, and then there was one (I counted to be sure) hot-pink pillow. And it was furry.
    She tried to tell me it was for Prada. I knew damn well she just liked it.
    But I wasn’t gonna complain about that either.
    I’d rather eat toenail clippings from a guy who never washed his feet than admit I kind of liked her girly shit. I liked anything that reminded me of her. I liked walking into this room and seeing her everywhere. Most of all, I liked knowing she was mine.
    The running water in the shower across the hall caught my attention, and I smiled.
    I threw on a pair of basketball shorts before heading toward the door. I was momentarily distracted from my