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lilac perfume she doused herself in.
    "Did little Jack like his present?"
    "Yeah." I smiled. Jack adored his singing Seminole Indian.
    Tiffany walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I wished I had put my shirt back on. I felt her tits beneath the thin shirt rub up against me and lusty thoughts flooded my head again.
    "I missed you."
    "Me, too."
    I relented and hugged her. Rubbed my hands down her back and squeezed her ass.
    She giggled like a little girl.
    "Tiff, I really need to study."
    "Okay." She rested her chin on my shoulder, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
    Tiffany stood six foot tall. Her height was the first thing I noticed about her.
    She transferred to FSU from Tennessee at the beginning of spring semester. We met at a party, and she pursued me. We slept together the first night, and I figured that was it, but a week later, we had dinner and sex. A few days later, we ran into each other in the Student Union and had lunch. By April, we spent most nights together. 
    But now I wanted her to gather her stuff and get the fuck out of my place.
    Every time I tried to bring it up, her sexy ass seduced me and I forgot why the hell I didn't want her around in the first place.
    "Tiffany," I raised my voice, "I need to look over this stuff." I removed her arms from around my neck and stepped a safe distance away from her and her perky tits.
    "Okay, but can I say one thing?"
    "What?"
    "I am sorry about the way I acted when you left. You have every right to be mad. I was an immature little bitch."
    I sighed and sat down at my desk.
    "Tiffany—"
    "No, please let me finish." She sat on my knee, and I suppressed the urge to push her off.
    "I realize how important Carrington and Jack are to you. I don't understand it, but it's not for me to understand. You taking on the responsibility of being Jack's godfather and considering what happened to his father, I think it's a beautiful gesture. I was acting like a jealous witch, and I know I have no reason to be jealous."
    She kissed me on my cheek; her hand lingered on my leg. I squeezed my eyes shut and when I opened them, she raised herself off of my lap. She gathered the rest of her clothes and headed into the bathroom.
    Before she closed the door, she turned.
    "I like what we have, and I don't want anything to come between us."
    "I know," I said.
    She bit her bottom lip and rubbed her eyes before closing the bathroom door behind her.
    I attempted to ignore the tightening in my chest as I unlocked the computer screen. Jack's toothy grin greeted me as his picture appeared on the screen. In the photo, he wore an FSU jersey with my number, and he reached out toward the camera. I pictured Carrington behind the lens, making him smile for a photo. She was so good with him.
    The shower came on, and I felt guilty for thinking of Carrington when I had a gorgeous, hot girl, naked in my shower wanting to cater to whatever I needed. 
    Tiffany’s beauty and self-assured nature made her attractive. Her family had money. She was the perfect girl for me. So, why didn't I want her?
    Because I am in love with someone else.
    I closed my computer and put it back in my backpack. I grabbed a t-shirt from my drawer, my gym bag, and headed back outside. I needed to get out of here. I needed to think.

Chapter Four
    C arrington Olivia Butler
    After dropping Jackson off, I made it back home before Jack woke up. I crawled into bed but couldn't sleep. The bed felt warm, and I buried my head under the covers, but I felt alone. I concentrated on remembering the way I felt with Jackson's arms around me, holding me tight. I loved falling asleep in his arms and waking up next to him. For the first time in a year, I felt safe and secure.
    I wanted to talk to Jackson. Wanted to tell him what I thought and felt about our night. Last night proved how perfect we were for each other. Every touch and kiss and sound we made felt organic and real. We made love with the sole purpose of making