i press myself closer to peter, and trail my fingers up his back, feeling the curves of his toned body. peter's hands respond by drifting lower to my waist and slipping under the hem of my shirt. when he touches me, it feels good. my pulse races. i can't slow it. i can't hide my rapid breaths or what he's doing to me. peter's touch sets me on fire. i pull him down on top of me, and we lay back on his couch. his lips don't stop and neither do mine.

i've never responded this way before. i've had hot kisses before, but this isn't the same. this is a connection that runs deeper. his kiss shoots through me like an arrow, catching on the anchor that weighs down my soul. there are few times that i'm certain of anything, and now is one of them. peter granz is different. everything from his touch to his voice draws me to him.

my fingers work at the buttons on his shirt. when i push back the fabric, it falls to the floor to reveal a chiseled chest and rock hard abs. i gasp, and run my fingers over the contours of his body. peter watches me as i slide my hand across his chest and trail my fingers down to his stomach. when i hit his waistband, i slow my hand and glance at his eyes.

"you're beautiful," he breathes. lowering his head, peter dips and presses a slow kiss to my neck. i close my eyes and enjoy the sensations shooting through my body. his hands move over the bodice of my dress, slowly testing how far he can go. when his palm brushes over my breast, i moan into his ear. my hips push into his and i can feel how hard he is, how much he wants me.

peter's kisses trail down my neck, leaving a hot wake behind. his mouth is so hot. every time he presses a kiss to my skin, my back lifts off the couch. i can't stay still. everything he does makes me respond. my hands find his back and sweep over his muscles. they're so tense, so hard. peter shifts his weight, moving one leg to the side. watching me, he touches the neckline of my dress, slowly pushing the shoulder strap down. breathing slow and deep, i watch him. his eyes darken as he looks at me. his fingers gently pull the other strap until it comes loose. i feel his eyes on me. i know that i want this. peter slips down the top of my dress.

i'm wearing a sheer black bra. he can see everything. peter's eyes drink me in as though he could never get enough, before lowering his head to my breast. his lips move over the fabric at first, teasing me, making my nipples so hard that they ache. rational thought has left my body. i'm moaning beneath him, pressing myself against him. this feels right and i want this. i want to feel his lips on me. i want to feel his tongue flick against me. i moan and tangle my hands in his dark hair. my back arches and thrusts me harder against his mouth. peter's hands move to my straps. he slips off one strap and exposes the soft skin beneath.

peter kisses my bare shoulder. his mouth drifts lower, burning a path of hot kisses to my breast. i feel his hand, hot and heavy, pass over the curves. he holds me for a moment, feeling me against his hand. peter's thumb brushes my nipple making my hips move on their own. breathing hard, i say his name, begging him to kiss me, to touch me there. his lips brush against my skin and i melt. my entire body responds to him. every inch of me is on fire, hot, wanting-no needing-him. peter kisses and nips me until i'm lost in a thick haze of lust. my hips rock against his, wanting more.

that's when he lowers a hand to my leg and traces his finger slowly up my inner thigh. my legs fall open. i suck in a breath, wanting his hand to slip under my dress, to that hot spot between my legs. peter moves slowly, watching me. his hand brushes over the outside of my panties, touching me lightly. the movement makes me crazy. i can't stand the way peter teases me, how he watches me like he knows what he's doing to me. my nails find his forearms and scratch. it's as if that action breaks what's left of peter's self-control, and in seconds he's on top of me, pressing me harder into the couch. his hand is between my legs and his lips are on my breast. i writhe against his hand, with a thousand different sensations shooting through my body.

everything is perfect until a startlingly loud sound breaks the spell. the phone in the kitchen rings, echoing in the empty apartment. peter stops moving. the jarring noise won't end. it keeps ringing and ringing. peter sighs into my shoulder. we're both still for a moment, until he pushes up.

peter sits on the end of the couch, ignoring the phone, and rubs his face in his hands. breathing hard, he says, "i'm sorry, sidney, but i can't do this."

something inside me shatters when he says it. i don't understand what's happening. instead of explaining, peter stands and turns away from me. i can't see his face. his bare back faces me with every muscle tense. peter puts his hands on top of his head and sighs loudly, looking up at the ceiling before turning back to me. my heart stops when he looks at me. if i thought he was hot before, he is so much hotter now. every curve of his chest is chiseled like a piece of art. but those eyes, those haunted blue eyes, make me transfixed. i stare at him, not knowing what he's thinking or why.

the phone stops ringing. the silence is thick. it floods the apartment in a wave. i can't breathe. peter picks up his shirt and slips it back on. as he does that, i fix my bra strap and my dress, concealing myself.

i feel so hot, and so nervous. i want to know why he pushed me away. i've never had a guy do this before. i feel foolish to have done so much with him and then have him react like this. i wonder if i did something wrong. i glance at his back. he's standing across from me, out of arm's reach. "i'm sorry, peter. i didn't think things would go that way. i really came up here to talk to you."

i mean every word i say. i had no intention of sleeping with him, but once his lips were on me, i wanted to feel something for a while, something besides the normal unending pain and remorse that flows through my veins. it would have been a moment to lose myself and forget everything, a chance to move on.

i'm greedy. i took too much. i should have said no. i should have responded like a normal girl and been shy about it. the thing is, i'm not normal. too many things have happened. knots twist me up inside. i can't look at him.

peter's eyes search my face. i feel his gaze on me but i don't look up. shoving his hands into his pockets, peter's gaze falls to the floor. "i know. coffee..." it seems as though he's going to say more, but he doesn't. peter glances up at me from under his brow for a second.

my stomach sinks into my shoes. panic, guilt, and fury are mixing together, making me feel sick. peter doesn't look up. he doesn't say anything else.

the silence between us is clanging furiously. i have to leave. every part of me wants to run. humiliation doesn't look good on me. i try to smile, but it feels wrong. my jaw is stiff.

i can't think of anything else to tell him-anything to make it better-so i grab my purse and say, "thanks for the sandwich." the last word comes out dripping with innuendo that i didn't mean. my voice caught in my throat at the wrong time. horrified, i look up at him.

a bashful look slips across peter's face. oh my god. i didn't see it before, but he's shy. there's a trace of a wary boy left in this man. i think i may die. he's perfect. he's perfect and he's pushing me away.

peter regains his confident composure and locks the shy part away. he leans in and kisses my cheek. "thanks for everything."

we say a few other things, but the feeling to hold onto him doesn't subside. it's hard to leave. i feel as though i hurt him somehow, but i can't stay. not after this. it's not the kind of thing i can recover from. and if i see him again, we won't be friends. there won't be a second chance after this. he's seen too much of me, and his tossing my ass out isn't something i want to repeat. i follow peter to the door. he doesn't say anything else. i turn toward him, look up at his face with my lips parted. my question is all over my face even though i don't ask.

peter's gaze cuts to the side. fine. he won't even look at me. whatever. i resist the urge to chew him out and stomp down the stairs like a mad elephant. peter walks out and stands on the landing until i'm safe inside my car. i drive away without looking back.

chapter 4

when i get back to the dorm room, i'm in a foul mood. i met the perfect man and screwed it up. i don't even know what i did! was it raking my nails on his arm? did i remind him of his dead cat or something? i walk down the hallway. the doors are all open. i live in an all-girls dorm. some are in their pjs while others are still wearing their clothes from the day.

i pass a few doors and wave to the girls inside. someone whistles at me as i walk by. "hot mama!" a blonde girl shouts. i don't know her very well. we wave coming and going to class every day and that's about it. i look at her and she waggles her eyebrows at me, assuming that i got some.

yeah, i got nothing.

i round the corner and see my door open at the end of the hall. dread fills my throat with worry. i don't want to discuss peter with millie. plus, she's going to be pissed that i ditched her at dinner. that was a crappy thing to do, but dusty-oh my god. could she possibly pick someone more inappropriate? the only thing worse would have been a grizzly old biker with a toe fetish. damn.

i stare at the door and feel the decision wash through me. what happened with peter is best forgotten. i don't want to talk about it. getting rejected is bad enough, but the fact that i just met him and let him do so much, and then got rejected-well, that's worse. it's like rejection a la mode. as if regular blow offs weren't cool enough. i shake out my worries and try to put on my game face. nothing's wrong.

our room is the social hub of the floor tonight. i walk inside and step over six girls doing crunches on the floor. i look at millie and give her a what-the-fuck face.

she's sitting on her chair by our shared desk. it's built into the wall. from the lack of sweat and general lack of agony, i assume that she's waiting her turn. there's no more room on the floor. "we found an old abs of steel tape. megan said she could do the entire workout. we all took bets on who's going to die first."