Page 41 of The Draft

Blowing out a breath, I grabbed my purse and phone and headed to the door. Taking one last glance at Dash, who was still wiped out and looking gorgeous, I blew him a kiss and snuck out of his room, ready to see how far I could push this.

Turning my phone flashlight on, I nearly screamed when I saw a body asleep out on the couch. The guy’s butt wiggled a little, the blanket covering him fell off. It was then I saw the back of his shirt and realized it was Erik. I didn’t know why he’d passed out on the couch instead of walking those two extra feet to his room, but I wasn’t going to wake him up to find out.

I carefully snuck through the lounge, straight to the elevator, and as my finger hovered over the button, I stopped myself. If I pressed that, the ding might wake Erik, so I crept past the elevator doors, over to the stairs, and skipped out of the hockey dorm.

Shuffling down the steps, I was holding back a giggle because I got away with it. It was three a.m., and I was sneaking out of a one-night stand. When I made it out of the building, I started jogging to my dorm block, giggling the entire way. I felt naughty. Not only was I running around campus in the middle of the night, but I was leaving Dash behind, and I could only imagine his reaction when he didn’t find me in bed with him in the morning.

Would he text me or come running to my dorm?

Either way, I was ready for his nextmove.

Chapter 10

Traitor. Traitor. Traitor.

I woke up to the fresh scent of strawberries stuck to my sheets, stirring memories of last night and giving me a boner that only one person could fix.

Traitor. Traitor. Traitor.

Cade’s voice was swirling in my head, reminding me that what I did last night was wrong. It was the only reason I was able to keep my hands to myself while sleeping for the rest of the night.

But damn. What a hell of a night that was. Madison and I only had sex once, but I already knew nothing would compare to it. How could it? I unknowingly took her virginity, and I was berating myself for not checking. It should have been the first thing I asked, but the thought didn’t pass my mind. I’d always assumed she’d lost it with Henry, which was why I thought she was so upset over finding him cheating. But I was wrong, and it was the first time in my life I was happy about that fact. Happy because she hadn’t lost her virginity to that fuckwit. Happy that I was the onlyperson who knew what she felt like from the inside. Happy to know the feeling of her clenching around me when she came.

Traitor. Traitor. Traitor.

Cade’s voice was another reminder that I wasn’t much better than Henry. I was just more successful at sleeping with her. I still couldn’t give her what she deserved, no matter how much I wanted to. She deserved a guy that could fawn over her in public and make her happy all the time. I couldn’t do that. Not without screwing up other aspects of both of our lives.

Fuck.

Was last night the worst decision of my life? If it meant Cade’s voice was in my head for the rest of it whispering ‘traitor,’ then the answer was a resounding yes. I was a traitor. No, wait. I was worse than a traitor because I was hiding in plain sight.

I took a deep breath, trying to center myself, and immediately calmed down when another waft of strawberries hit my nostrils. My muscles relaxed, and I felt a strange sense of peace when I thought about Madison.

She grounded me.

Being inside her was even better than I’d imagined, and all I could think about were those short, breathy whimpers that I managed to calm once I slowed down and helped her enjoy it. Slow and steady was good for her, but damn near torture for me. There was a stone in my stomach because I felt something I never did with Amy. It wasn’t just sex. The connection was stronger, which made my climax ten times better. I wanted more, but I could never admit it out loud. Not without facing serious repercussions.

A growl emanated from my throat as I thought about Madison because no one else would compare.

How could they?

She shone brighter than the damn sun.

One night.

I reminded myself. We agreed to one night, and I had to abide by it for both of our sakes. Thinking about it like this was only going to drive me crazy. But then a little thought wormed its way through my brain. When did one night end? We only really had a few hours together, and in one night I could do a hell of a lot more than one time. The sun was starting to pour into my room, which I supposed meant the night was over, but ifI wanted to get technical, one night could be twelve hours of fun. Nine of which we hadn’t had yet.

I ignored the little voice in my head, pointing out what a bad idea all of this was, and rolled over, ready to pull Madison into my arms so she’d be able to feel my already-erect dick and see if she thought the same way I did. Only, when I stretched my arm out, there was nothing to grab. Just a pile of pillows smothered in her scent.

Propping myself up, I checked to see if maybe she’d gone to the bathroom, but with the door wide open and the lights off, it was obvious she wasn’t in there either.

“Madison?” I whispered sharply into the semi-darkness. Was I really expecting a response? There was no one in the room but me. My brows furrowed, and I felt like I was trying to solve an impossible riddle because Madison had gone, but where the fuck did she go?

Had I been obsessing so much over the kiss that I dreamed about taking her virginity? At this point, it was a very serious possibility because I was starting to believe that I was borderline obsessed with her, but a dream wouldn’t explain her perfume drifting in the air. She’d been here. There was no question in my mind. I just hadn’t figured out where she’d gone.

Getting up, I pulled on a pair of sweats and looked around the room one more time because I wouldn’t put it past her to hide in my closet for several hours just to scare the crap out of me as a joke. Thankfully, she wasn’t in there, and as I moved around the room, I found her bra and underwear, but there was still no sign of her.

What the hell?