Instead, I said, “Lead the way.” His room was exactly what you’d expect. A flag on the wall. Dirty laundry in a pile. A bed that creaked like a confession booth.
And yeah. I also learned that rugby players smell incredible and lie even better. College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman
“No.” He kissed my shoulder. “Just makes me feel special.” Instead, I said, “Lead the way
I turned my head. “Does it matter?”
If you have to hide it, you already know it’s a bad idea. The Night The party was at an off-campus house with a broken step and a disco ball in the kitchen. Cheap vodka. Loud rap. Someone’s sad attempt at a beer pong table. College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman
