The way she clutched that gigantic blanket around her curves and hid herself from sight was just wrong. Ivy wasn’t the kind of girl to hide; she was the kind of girl that wanted to stand out. I couldn’t stay away tonight. No amount of beer or sex could chase away the image of her and Trent on the dance floor, the way his hands skimmed over her body and hips as they moved to the music. It made me crazy, and I hated it. But I still couldn’t stay away and I found myself outside her room. I tried to talk myself out of it. Obviously, I sucked at it. When she peeked out the door, I’d known. I’d known she wasn’t alone, that Trent was here and his hands were doing a lot more than skimming. It was a damned miracle I hadn’t busted down the door and stormed in like a ninja on ‘roids. I deserved a metal for my downright angelic behavior. But… The room was empty.
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