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Here’s a hint. It doesn’t include dirty alleys downtown. And for the record, the last guy who called me Ginger hasn’t been seen or heard from in months.”
    I’m not even close to joking, but Skylar chuckles from behind me. Glad I amuse you, Martin.
    We call one of the campus cabs to take us back to the dorm. I’m surprised when the boys get out and walk us to our door. It’s a serious hike back to the athlete dorms and I tell Skylar so as Layla and Landen step a few feet away from us.
    “It’ll be good for O’Brien. He’ll probably want to fucking jog home—burn off some of that excess energy.”
    “Oh yeah? And what about you? You got any excess energy pent up?” I can see the tension rolling off of him and I can guess how he’d rather be working it off.
    Skylar watches me closely, as if he can sense that I’m testing him. Looky here, ladies and gentlemen. He’s pretty and he has a brain.
    “Nope,” he says evenly, placing his hands in his pockets. “Cool as a cucumber. How about you, Red?”
    My heart pounds a little harder because yeah, there is definitely some residual lust simmering in my system from the dancing and grinding and feeling him close against me in the cab.
    Whatever cologne he wears should be renamed “to hell with your inhibitions” or “leave your panties and self-esteem at the door.”
    But I won’t give in. Not tonight and maybe not ever. I am here for a reason and the reason is not to get fucked and fucked over by the school’s star goalie. No matter how hot or how appealing he is.
    I’m here for me, dammit. If I wanted to throw everything away for sex I would’ve stayed back in New York.
    I fake an exaggerated yawn. “I’m good. Pretty much just ready to crash.”
    Skylar makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. Neither of us will surrender tonight. We need a subject change. Quickly.
    “So how did practice go after Landen attacked what’s-his-face at the party?”
    Skylar launches into a replay of his version of the party then tells me that the guys actually talked and things were cool between by the end of practice.
    This must be the difference between high school and college. Or maybe it’s the difference between New York and California. Because where I’m from, a standoff like that between to hotheaded alpha males would’ve resulted in someone getting his legs broken sooner or later.
    Once the conversation dies down, there is silence filled only with definite interest and arousal reeling in Skylar’s unwavering gaze. It’s intoxicating and heady stuff being the focal point of so much concentrated male desire, but I won’t be taking that downward spiraling path. Not here. Not now. This is my do-over, dammit.
    I turn toward my roommate and gesture at the door. “You kids about done here?”
    Landen blinks as if he forgot anyone else existed. Clearly I’ve interrupted yet another intimate moment. “Seriously, Ginger, your timing is impeccable. Can I get you a collar with bells or something so I can hear you coming next time?”
    I smirk and roll my eyes. Dude will live.
    “So we have an inter-squad scrimmage Tuesday night if you ladies want to come,” Skylar says casually as we approach the door and the end of our evening.
    “Well see,” I say, making sure to only convey the same or less interest than his tone did.
    He gives me a sort of sweet goodbye hug but I refuse to inhale his scent for fear I’d relax into his arms. I disentangle myself as smoothly as possible and reach for the door but it won’t budge.
    “This door’s locked after hours,” I inform everyone. I forgot about needing our IDs to get in and left mine in the dorm. “We have to go in the side entrance. Layla, do you have your card with you?”
    She says she does but it doesn’t matter because some guys come barreling out of the door anyway. I grab it with one hand to make sure it doesn’t shut. There is a small commotion behind me so I turn to see what’s