The Goal (Off-Campus #4)

I want to be taken hard, though. I want him to remind me that I’m beautiful, that I’m lust-worthy, that I’m still rocking his world.

And it hits me. The reason I’ve never thought about having kids is because from the minute I met Professor Gibson, I wanted to be her. She’s smart, successful, kind-hearted, and so well respected. Everywhere she goes, people look up to her

—“Boo,” and yes, it fucking counts as a word—and I damn near shouted it from the rooftops

You’re the fucking one

“You. Me. Us. This.” I spit out words as they pop into my head. “You’re the one, Sabrina. There’s no one else for me in this world, nobody but you

Hate you? Jesus, woman.” Hauling her tight against me, I bury my face in her neck. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“Because I was scared. And because I wasn’t sure if you actually loved me back—”

“Are you kidding me? I lost my head for you the second we met. You know that

“I love you,” she confirms.

I take a step closer. “Since when?”

“Since fucking always.”

He leans an arm on the doorframe, a smile slanting across his face.

“You love me, huh?”

don’t need Tucker—I want him. I want him so much that I’d give everything up to have