Free The Coincidence 07 Seth & Greyson by Jessica Sorensen Page A

thoughts?” he asks as we stroll up the sidewalk toward the campus that’s a few blocks away.
     
    “I was just thinking about how much I hate to lose.” I fake a pout. “I’m an extremely sore loser.”
     
    “And I’m kind of an arrogant winner.” He forces a smirk, but then busts up laughing. “Okay, actually I’m not. In fact, I kind of feel bad that you lost.”
     
    “Enough to let me win, perhaps?”
     
    “No way. I’m holding you to our deal. Besides, I hate going to these art shows by myself. The room is always so stuffy and so are most of the people.”
     
    “But you’re an art major.”
     
    “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I fit the mold of art gallery people.”
     
    We pause at the corner, checking for traffic before stepping off the curb to cross the street. My head is still spinning a bit, and I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or Greyson. The streets are mostly deserted at this hour and it’s so quiet I can almost pretend that Greyson and I are the only two people who exist. If only I could feel that way all the time. Life would be so much easier.
     
    “I’ll tell you what.” Greyson walks backwards so he’s facing me. “How about we consider both of us winners? You go to the art show with me and you get one thing of your choice.”
     
    “You know, you’re putting a lot of trust in me right now,” I say as I hop up onto the sidewalk. “Giving me free reign to do whatever I want, especially when I have such a wild imagination.”
     
    He stops walking and I almost run into him. “Okay, now you’ve got me wondering what the hell you’re going to pick.”
     
    I flash him a wicked smirk. “Oh, no. I’m not going to pick something right away. I’m going to wait until the perfect moment and spring it on you.”
     
    He restrains a grin as we start walking again. “Fine. But you still have to go to the art show with me. That’s the deal.”
     
    I nod, shaking, terrified to death. “It’s next Friday night, right?”
     
    He nods, slowing down as we reach the front of my lofty dorm building. Most of the lights are off and the air carries a stillness to it.
     
    “So, this is me,” I tell him, digging my keycard out of my pocket.
     
    I’m not sure what exactly I’m supposed to do. Invite him in? Yeah, I’m sure my roommate would love that. Then again, he’s never there.
     
    I press my hand to my head. God, I’m getting a headache from the stress.
     
    “I need to get home,” Greyson says, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d guess he was saving me from my inner conflict. “But I’ll call you tomorrow and give you all the details about the show. The time, place, and whatnot. Jenna and Ari are going to be driving. I hope that’s okay.”
     
    “Of course.” I turn to slide the keycard through the slot, feeling flustered for some reason.
     
    “Seth,” he says tentatively as I’m opening the door.
     
    I pause without turning around. “Yeah.” My voice shakes a little, which is ridiculous.
     
    I’ve never been the nervous type, not even the first time Braiden and I kissed. It just kind of happened and I felt excited, but never nervous.
     
    His hand touches my arm and he gives me a little tug. I turn around without thinking and he leans in and brushes his lips against mine. He kisses more tentatively than I’m used to, as if he’s nervous, too, which makes me feel a little better, yet I’m still a little hesitant. When my hands find his arms and grip tight, he backs me up into the wall and deepens the kiss. Suddenly, my reservations go right out the window and I’m completely and utterly turned on. It’s been so long since I’ve wanted a guy this much.
     
    I wish I could say that it erases all the pain inside me, that the scars and memories suddenly fade away and are forgotten in an instant. But that’s the thing about scars. They always stay with us, whether visible or unseen. It doesn’t mean that I have to let them control me, though, so I