Addicted to You by Krista Ritchie EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Krista Ritchie
- Language: English
- Genre: Romantic Comedy
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I wake up. My shirt crumpled on a fuzzy carpet. My shorts astray on a dresser.
And I think my underwear is lost for good. Somewhere between the folds of the
sheets or maybe hidden by the doorway. I can’t remember when I took them off
or if that was even my doing. Maybe he undressed me.
My neck heats as I take a quick peek at the sleeping beauty, some guy with
golden hair and a scar along his hipbone. He turns a fraction, facing me and I
freeze. His eyes stay shut, and he groggily clings to his pillow, practically kissing
the white fabric. As he lets out breathy snores, his mouth open, the strong scent
of alcohol and pepperoni pizza wafts right towards me.
I sure know how to choose ‘em.
I masterfully slip from the bed and tiptoe around his apartment, yanking on
my black shorts—sans panties, another pair gone to a nameless guy. As I pick
up my ripped gray tee, tattered and practically in shreds, the foggy image of last
night clears. I stepped through the threshold of his room and literally tore my
clothes off like the raging Hulk. Was that even sexy? I cringe. Must have been
sexy enough to sleep with me.
Desperate, I find a discolored muscle tee on his floor and manage to tug it
over my shoulder-length brown hair, the straight strands tangled and greasy.
That’s when I find my woolen hat. Bingo. I smack that baby on and hightail it
out of his bedroom.
Empty beer cans scatter the narrow hallway, and I stumble over a bottle of
Jack Daniels, filled with black spittle and what looks like a Jolly Rancher. A
photo collage of inebriated college girls decorates the door to my left—
thankfully not the room I exited. Somehow I was able to dodge that Kappa Phi
Delta horn dog and find a guy that doesn’t advertise his conquests.
I should know better. I swore off frat houses after my last encounter at
Alpha Omega Zeta. The night I arrived at fraternity row, AOZ was hosting a
theme party. Unaware, I stepped through the four-story building’s archway to be
met with buckets of water and guys chanting for me to rip off my bra. It was
like Spring Break gone awry. Not that I have much in the upstairs department to
show off. Before I convulsed in embarrassment, I ducked underneath arms,
wedged between torsos and found pleasure at other places and with other
Ones that didn’t make me feel like a cow being appraised.
Last night I broke a rule. Why? I have a problem. Well, I have many
problems. But saying no happens to be one of them. When Kappa Phi Delta
announced that Skrillex would be playing in their basement, I thought the crowd
would be a mixture of sorority girls and regular college folk.
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