Those are the only words careening through my head as I race to the bed. Our gazes continue to cling as I barrel toward him like a freight train."Oh, I think Iv-"That's all he's able to get out before I'm ripping the phone out of his fingers. If I'm lucky, I managed to leave a few claw marks. God damn it! I seriously can't believe this is happening right now! Then I remember to smooth out my features before looking at the small screen. "Ahh, hi, Dad. What are you calling for? You never call on a Monday night. Is something wrong?"Normally we speak every Sunday afternoon. Except for yesterday because I was busy. If he has any inkling that I'm angry about everything that went down after my mom died, it's not something we discuss. Or even acknowledge. It's all been swept neatly under the rug where it can fester.At least for me, it does."I was hoping that maybe you could come home next weekend and spend the day with us."Without even thinking about what I have going

There are parties going on, but no Roan King. He's been inconspicuously absent from all the festivities. I'm starting to have withdrawals. Does anyone know where RK has been hiding himself? Update ASAP! KingOfCampus.com"So, are you going to tell me what the deal is with your family?" Roan slants a look in my direction before his gaze arrows to the road in front of him.Yeah, I probably should. In less than an hour, we'll be there. It's just that...well, I'm feeling conflicted. Not about my family, but about Roan. The guy has knocked me off balance. After sharing that totally hot kiss Monday night, I was prepared for him to come at me hard. It's not exactly a secret that he wants to sleep with me.But he hasn't.At all. Here's the bad part-I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed by his lack of pursuit. I have the sneaking suspicion that it's not relief coursing through me.Sure, I saw him in class on Wednesday and Friday. And we spoke briefly. We worked toget

They stare silently at him and my heart plummets to the tips of my toes before jackhammering painfully. Why would he point out in front of everyone that they have no clue who I am?But then Nora runs over to an end table and grabs a silver-framed photograph with chubby little fingers. Showing my dad and Leah, who both smile at her, she hesitantly shuffles her way toward me with a shy smile curving her cherub-like lips upward.As I stare at the photo from my high school graduation, she points to me and says, "Ivy."Why that should have tears welling in my eyes is beyond me. I can't help but give a thin, wobbly smile as I feel Roan softly stroke his hand over my jean clad thigh before giving it a gentle squeeze. Clearing my throat, I say, "Yep, that's me. Ivy."She bestows a bright smile on me and my heart, the one I thought was stone cold where these two kids were concerned, begins to thaw.Leah steps forward, her hand going to Nora's shoulder. "We've missed you, Ivy. I'm re

With a towel in hand, I wipe the sweat from my brow. "Chill the fuck out, man. I'm not after Ivy." I get up so we can change positions. As Dylan settles on the bench, he continues to scowl as if he doesn't believe me.Hell, I'm not sure I believe me at this point, but I also know I can't just fuck this girl and walk away because he's right. Lexie will beat the piss out of me. Plus, Ivy lives next door and we kind of have the same friend group. Which is where that old saying-don't shit where you eat comes into play. And I really don't want to cause problems for Dylan.Now, if you pressed me to add one more item to the list of reasons why I should keep this thing with Ivy strictly on a friends level, I'd have to say it's because I have zero interest in having a girlfriend. I need more pressure heaped on me like another hole in the head and that's exactly what a girlfriend would be.Over the years, I've found females to be fairly superficial creatures. They want to be with me

We pass by two storefronts before she flashes a smile my way. "Yup, all good. I have something on my mind, but it's probably nothing."My brows draw together. If something is bothering her, I'm surprised she hasn't already shared it with me. "What's going on?"There's a tiny park with playground equipment for small children along with a few benches. Finding one that's empty, we sit down before setting our bags next to us.When she doesn't immediately launch into what's going on, I nudge her along. "Fill me in."Her body deflates as she nibbles her lower lip. Instead of beating around the bush, she blurts, "A couple of weeks ago, Dylan and I were having sex and," she pauses as her voice drops, "the condom broke."My eyes widen in understanding. The only thing worse than a ripped condom is a positive pregnancy test. "What does Dylan think?"She hesitates for a beat. "Obviously, he knows about the broken condom. I wasn't all that concerned when it happened, but I'm pretty