"Colt..." The girl moans, riding my dick as if she is in a fucking rodeo. I close my eyes, hoping to enjoy it at least for a little while. Even for the tiniest millisecond. "Colt... you feel so so good..."

It was better when she stayed silent, and I was the one that was railing her for a few hours straight now. Just to get laid. To get rid of this stupid idea that crept into my head. To make the image of that freshman disappear from my mind. There was no other reason for me to come to the house with Amy. Like for real, I never even considered her as an option, and yet... here we are.

Clay often says that having a face like mine can make women beg for my attention. Add in my reputation and me being on the hockey team, and the girls are ready to do anything to hop into my bed. The truth is... I'm picky. I don't hook up with just anyone. Nope. I choose carefully, because if not, if I go with the flow or join my best friend - I often end up disappointed. And I hate being disappointed after sex. It's like a punch in the gut, or better to say a low blow to my confidence. Though the fact that girls never leave unsatisfied saves the situation, at least my ego doesn't hurt.

"Oh... shoot..." Amy's body spasms, but I just bite my bottom lip, trying hard not to laugh. I have known this girl since my freshman year, and she's not my type. Shy and nerdy, blonde with big titts and a round ass. She looked fine in her black dress, so I hoped it would be okay. Just... I should have thought about getting laid earlier. By the end of the party, the pickings were slim, so I got what I got, and I am the only one to blame for my choice. I never should have gone with her to her room, it was a freaking mistake. "Colton, you're ah... ahmazing..."

"You too Amy..." I murmur, as she slides from me and flips on her back. Her breathing is rapid, her huge breasts move up and down each time she inhales. I listen more carefully, suddenly very attentive to the sounds around me. Someone was fucking upstairs just a few moments ago, but now it's quiet. What time is it?

I sit up on her bed, bending down and taking my phone in my hand. 8am. A bit later than I hoped for, but that's okay. I need to get going.

"Why don't you stay?" She muses, patting her blanket with her palm. "My bed is big enough for both of us to catch a few hours of sleep, and maybe go for another round a little later?"

I stand up, quickly putting my jeans and pulling my t-shirt on. "Sorry, Am..." I don't even bother to explain myself. Like what's the point? She knows I don't date anyone, that I prefer hookups and one-night stands and that sex is always a one-time thing for me. I haven't had the same girl in my bed more than once since my final year in high school. Why start now? Especially with a girl I don't like.

"You're an ass." Amy comments, looking at me in disappointment. Her brows are knit together, and she wrinkles her nose and pouts her lips.

"Are you really surprised?" I laugh, pulling on my sneakers. "Am, you have known me since our first year in college."

"Exactly, Colt." She mutters, hiding under her blanket. "I'm not some random girl you just met."

I sigh, coming closer and sitting down on her bed. This. This is exactly the reason I don't like having sex with girls I have known for a while. They all think that if I FINALLY decide to fuck them, it means I feel something for them, maybe even want a relationship. Colton Thompson doesn't do relationships because he's too fucked up to be present. Though, no one knows that. They just think I'm a playboy, who hasn't met his other half yet. Shit! My mood is so weird! The thoughts that keep resurfacing in my head are batshit crazy, and I really need to do something with them. Probably canceling my visit was an unbelievably bad idea in the long run. I'm bored, and when I'm bored, I start to think... and that's not fucking good for my stability.

"Amy, the sex was great. Really," I say softly, raking my gaze over her face. Her eyes are light blue, almost like crystals. "You were great, and I'm actually glad that I met you yesterday. I just really need to get going. I have plans."

"Go away, Colt." She slides down, hiding her face under the blanket. Shaking my head, I stand up, heading to the door. I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to open it, but her next words make me freeze to the spot. "I have been in love with you since the first day we met... you were so handsome and so hot... it was impossible not to fall for you... I knew you were out of my league... in everything... and hockey players don't date nerds... so I never got my hopes up... yet we somehow became close last year... You always talked to me, asking about my day, smiling at me when we met in the hallways and... I thought that maybe you finally noticed me? And you did yesterday... You fucking did, but just because you didn't have any other options... a better option..."

Fuck. I press my forehead to the door. "I approached you because yes, we became close last year. I feel nice around you and yesterday just decided to try. Nothing else. I'm still not the guy you invite to dinner with your parents. I'm just a fuckboy, who loves sex and doesn't want to commit. I never promised you anything."

She doesn't answer, and I turn the lock, opening the door. Taking a step further, I glance over my shoulder, meeting her teary eyes. She's still hidden under her blanket, and only her eyes are visible. Ugh, if there is anything in the world that I hate, it is a woman's tears. I feel so useless every time someone cries in front of me, double the feeling if I'm the reason. And I am the reason this time.

"I'm just being sssss-stuuuuu-ppiiiiddd..." She whines, sniffing. "You did nothing wrong."

Agree to disagree. My inner voice is my biggest enemy. "I did, and I'm sorry for that... I hope we still can talk sometimes..."

"We can..." Amy sobs, and guilt starts eating away at me. Is this what I call picky? I'm a disaster, just like my useless father. I chose the wrong girl last night because I was too deep in my thoughts about the freshman. I hurt Amy because another one annoyed me. I deserve a fucking medal! "Bye Colt... See you on Moooooo-nndda-yyyy."

Gritting my teeth, I close the door behind me and head to the stairs. I need to get out of this house before anyone sees me. It would be better if no one knows about me spending the night in Amy's room. Making a girl cry right after you gave her an orgasm? I'm not proud of myself right now and feel like a failure. Huh? I even stop in my tracks; my eyes are glued to the girl coming down the stairs. She hums under her breath, swaying her hips as she moves effortlessly. Totally lost in her thoughts, she even smiles to herself. She fucking smiles!

I take a step further, stepping into her line of sight. She freezes, meeting my gaze and I see her scowl. Narrowing her eyes at me, she takes a deep breath and starts moving again, until she's four steps right above me. "Move."

"Glad to see you safe and sound." I mock, seeing her frown even more. A second later it dawns on me. Loud music swims around her, which means she didn't hear me. What is wrong with me and this girl? She pushes my buttons and I make a fool of myself each time I see her, and I hate it! I put my hand on the railing, blocking her way. I'm not letting her walk out of the house until she... She what? I don't understand myself this time for real. Why the fuck can't I let this go? Do I really need for the last word to be mine so badly?

"Move." She repeats louder. I frown, reaching over under her hair and snatching an AirPod out of her ear. She gasps, her eyes widening. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Making sure you hear me." I shrug, involuntarily listening to her music. '' by MGK and YUNGBLUD roars through her AirPod. A surprise flickers in my eyes. I don't expect her to like this music. She doesn't seem the type.

The girl rolls her eyes, pouting her full lips even more. "What?"

"I'm glad to see you safe and sound," I say simply. In all honesty, it bugged me a little that I kicked her out of the party late at night. Drake's words kind of found their way under my skin, making me feel bad about myself. I am a moron, but not a heartless one. At least I hope not.

"You didn't care about my safety when you threw me out of the party." She cuts me off, extending her palm. "My AirPod. Please."

I roam my eyes over her face, totally makeup free. Her hair is a bit disheveled, and her look... I don't even know how to explain it. She looks satisfied and even her skin is glowing. I narrow my eyes on her, memories of moans from the floor above loud in my ear. Was it her and Drake? He lives upstairs, I know that for a fact. And he never returned to the party after he left to find her. Putting two and two together, I purse my lips tighter.

"Why are you sneaking away so early?" I tilt my head to the side, balling my fist and hiding her AirPod in it. "Don't you like morning cuddles?"

She blinks long and hard, but it's not the reaction I expect. She doesn't look embarrassed. Her face doesn't show even the slightest change in her emotions, she's still like water in a glass. Totally unbothered. "Cuddles with who?"

"With the guy you spent the night with." I lean my side on the railing, propping myself on my elbow. I scrutinize her under my gaze, ready to see her blush, but it doesn't happen. "With Drake." I add to make it clear that I know her secret.

The girl shakes her head, a smile curls on her lips. "I slept in Drake's room, not with him." She steps down and her tits are on the same level as my eyes. I swallow with difficulty because her breasts are all I want to look at, even if they are hidden under her crop top. "My AirPod, now."

I clear my throat, lick my lips, and tear my gaze off her chest, peering at her in the eyes. "Do you really think I'm stupid?"

"I barely know you..." She murmurs, taking another step down. "... but something is telling me that yes... You're stupid, indeed."

God! It's the third time I have seen this girl, but she has managed to piss me off like no one ever has. She refuses to play by my rules, and it drives me nuts. Her disobedience and her wittiness are like taking the rag off the bush for me. "He ran away after you and never came back, and now, you're strolling down the stairs from his floor at 8am. No one sneaks away that early if they don't have anything to hide."

"What are you hiding then?" She cocks an eyebrow, as my eyes go wide. "Why are you sneaking away this early? Don't you like cuddles?"

"That's none of your business." I harp at her, gritting my teeth. The girl snorts, breaking into laughter. "I have places I need to be."

"Of course." She walks around me, stopping in front of me. I lower my eyes and watch as she tucks her hair behind her ears. "Give me my AirPod and I will be out of your way in the blink of an eye... just like you want."

I hold her gaze, suddenly nervous. The realization hits me. I want her but not in the way she has implied, and it makes me aggravated. No matter what, I won't touch her... because the feeling of her skin still lingers on my palms. I remember how soft it was... I swallow a lump in my throat, confused by my own emotions. It's not right. Any of it.

She extends her palm to me again and this time, I throw her AirPod on it. I have no idea why I even took it in the first place. She hides it in her fist, shakes her head a little and starts walking down the stairs. I stay behind, watching her in silence. There is something about her... I don't even know how to explain it. It feels different when she's around, and I don't remember ever experiencing anything like it.

I slap my cheeks hard, bringing me back to my senses. What the hell am I doing? Ogling her? Am I for real? I follow her out of the building, not slowing down even for a second to catch up with her. "Does Layla know you slept with her brother?" I ask as she opens the door. The same question I asked Drake. Even the circumstances are similar.

The girl huffs, walks out of the door and only then turns around to face me. "I haven't slept with Drake."

"That's really hard to believe." I state, hiding my hands in my pockets. "A lot of girls dream about being with him."

"I have known the guy since I was a child. He was always there for me. Always. He cares about me, just like he cares about his sister." She sighs, folding her arms across her chest. "You're trying to make something out of this that isn't there."

"So, you just spent the night with the guy alone in his room and nothing happened?"

"In all honesty, I don't even know why I'm having this conversation with you. I don't owe you anything, but I'll say it once more... just for Drake's sake." She steps closer, looking up and staring me in the eyes. "If you think that a girl can't spend the night in the same room as a guy without something happening between them, then that's who YOU are. You try measuring people by yourself, and not everyone is like you. Remember that. I have known Drake since I was a toddler. I have spent nights at his place time and time again. I have hung out with his sister and him alone more than once. He's family."

She spins around, strolling away from me. Her head is high, and her posture relaxed. I'm sure she lied; I don't have even the slightest doubt. Yet, her ability to hide her emotions is impressive. I could learn a thing or two from her, even if I'm the most closed off person on the team. She's on another level. I stay rooted to the spot; my eyes trained on her body. She looks so damn fine, it hurts. I feel my dick hardening in my pants, and it makes me angry. I don't like what she makes me feel. I'm not used to these emotions... the long-gone emotions... and it stirs me in the wrong way.

Turning on my heels, I walk in the opposite direction. My apartment is 20 minutes away by foot, and it's a blessing. I need this time to collect myself, or Monday will be a catastrophe. When I decided to cancel my appointment, I thought I did myself a favor. Seeing her in the state she is in is pure torture, and I need a break from it. For my own mental health. For my own future. Now? I'm sure it was a mistake. Next Saturday, I will be there, ready to see her. Ready to talk to her about my days even if she doesn't remember a thing I say or do. I will be there just for me.

As for that girl... I need to do something about her. About the way I react to her. She irritates me just as much as she attracts me, and it's obviously not what I want to feel. I need her to keep her distance from me. To stay the fuck out of my sight. Which means... I need her to hate me so damn much that even staying in the same room as me won't be an option for her. I need to become her personal enemy.