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As I stalked over to the Mustang, I could hear the change in Kat’s breathy moans that signaled she was close to coming. I figured I might as well put a stop to that too, so I banged on the car door to interrupt them.

“Oh, God!” she gasped as her eyes locked with mine through the cracked window.

The guy who was fucking her must not have heard me because he thought that meant she was even closer. “That’s right, my naughty kitty Kat. Come for me,” he groaned.

She pushed on his shoulders, trying to get his attention. “Luka,” she whispered, her eyes welling with tears. “No. No. No, it’s not what you think.”

I chuckled darkly because it was pretty damn difficult for this to be anything else but what I was thinking it was. “Really, Kat? So you didn’t climb out the fucking window to meet up with this guy for sex in a car in the goddamn parking lot?”

She was still pulling her clothes back on as she climbed out of the car. The dude she was just banging didn’t even need to bother since he still had his jeans on and had only bothered to unzip so he could pull his cock out to fuck my girlfriend.

“Who the fuck is this, Kat?” he asked, looking confused.

“If you’d asked me last night, I would have said her boyfriend from back home. Now? Well now I think it’s safe to say I’m her ex-boyfriend,” I answered for her seeing that Kat was just standing there with a blank look on her face.

“How long have you had a boyfriend?” the guy asked. “I thought you didn’t do boyfriends—only friends with benefits and one-night stands?”

And my heart plummeted even further. Because, apparently, my faithful girlfriend, who was completely devoted to me whenever we were together, was the campus slut when we were apart.

"Four years," I growled out. "She's been my girlfriend for four fucking years."

"Shit, man," the guy said, holding his hands up. "I swear to God I didn't know she had a boyfriend."

"Yeah, that's pretty damn clear," I muttered, clenching my fists.

I wanted to beat the shit out of this guy for fucking my girlfriend, but it wasn't his fault. It was hers. And I couldn't hit her, so there wasn't really anything I could do except leave.

As I peeled out of the parking lot, the only thought in my head was that I was lucky as shit that we hadn’t had sex last night because I probably would’ve been puking my guts out right about now. This situation was totally fucked up, but I felt some relief knowing that we hadn’t been together since we’d seen each other at spring break.

chapter 1

AUBREY

Moving into the dorm for my senior year didn’t hold the same excitement as it had twelve short months ago. Things had changed incredibly over the last year. Lexi wasn’t going to be my roommate because she was moving into an off-campus apartment with Drake. Somehow, he’d convinced both her and her dad that it was the best idea since sliced bread. I had no idea how he’d managed that feat except that he loved my best friend something fierce and wasn’t afraid to show it. Once he’d put his ring on her finger this summer after all that craziness with her ex, he’d told her that there was no way in hell they were going to live apart from each other during the school year. So here I was, moving into a single so that I didn’t have to worry about who I’d get paired up with at the last minute because I’d found myself without a roommate.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t throwing myself a big pity party, and I was really happy for my bestie. Drake and Lexi had even offered to let me stay in their spare bedroom instead of in the dorm by myself, but I would rather be on my own than listen to them screw like bunnies all year when I was well into a very long dry spell myself. It was a self-imposed one, but I still didn’t need that in my face day in and day out. It was super weird to find myself firmly single when Lexi was all loved up and Jackson was so committed to Kaylie that he’d moved to New York so she could chase her dreams. My whole college life before last year had been spent with me having boyfriends, Lexi completely oblivious to guys, and Jackson banging his way through campus with one-night stands. It’s amazing how quickly things can change, especially when your heart is involved.

I couldn’t help but wonder if my own heart would ever get involved. I’d had my fair share of relationships in high school and here at college—and then some. But if I was being honest with myself, I’d admit that I don’t think I’d ever truly engaged my heart in a single one of them. Which is a little odd when you think about it since I had the very best example of what a loving relationship looked like in my parents. They were undoubtedly head over heels in love with each other even after all these years. So why hadn’t I ever gotten further than a schoolgirl crush or some serious lust with the guys I’d dated?