Free To Love a Player by Gjoe Uzor

that you were ever going to come in, so I thought that I would come out to you."
     
    "Well, I'm here," I said, stepping towards her, gripping my hands on her waist and pulling her close to me. Her sweet pea vanilla scent wafted towards me on the gentle summer breeze, drawing me in closer to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and closed the gap, her soft lips gave way to my demanding ones. She whimpered when I picked her up, wrapping her legs around me, as I  carried her into the house.
     
    It had been six months since I saw her last and that was when I found her in my bed with one of the male models she was on a shoot with. I threw them both out and she went away to Europe on a modeling job. Now she was back, helping my sister prepare for New York's Fashion Week by lending herself as a model. It didn't take long for our bodies to become reacquainted with one another, she was like a drug and I was an addict. Just like with any drug, I knew that I was going to regret it.
     

     

8
     
    Mollie
    I was hiding out in my favorite corner of the library, sitting on a plush couch and jamming to my iPod, when I felt something kick my foot. I looked up, finding a pair of sky blue eyes and the infamous smirk of Callen Grey. I shot him an annoyed look, pulling my earbuds out of my ears and he said, "I've been looking for you."
     
    "Well, great job detective, you found me." I said flatly, turning the page in my book. I had been trying to avoid Callen all week and up until now, I had done a good job. It had been easy since I was either in the library, busy packing up my dorm room, or with Ben. Callen plopped down next to me on the couch, causing me to bounce on the cushion.
     
    I rolled my eyes, letting out frustrated sigh as I turned towards him and asked, "What are you doing?"
     
    He gave me an expectant look as he pulled out a book and a folder as he said, "I'm studying."
     
    "You can't do that somewhere else?" I asked, annoyed and he shook his head, smirking. I looked around and pointed over to a couch a few rows away from me. He shook his head, grinning an impish smile. I huffed in annoyance and gathered up my stuff, then walked over to the couch far away from him and sat down. I shot him a glare as I inserted my earbuds and went back to studying. He had a way of getting under my skin and if I didn't know any better, I was betting that he enjoyed doing so.
     

Callen
    I let out a small laugh as I watched her glare at me, shoving her earbuds in her ears and resuming her studying. Her eyes were piercing through mine as she shot me another glare, almost daring me to come over to her. I raised my eyebrow at her, showing her that I was thinking about it, but I knew that I didn't want to push it too much. I stretched out on the couch and cracked my book open. It was going to be a hard final and I knew that I would pass it, but it wouldn't be pretty.
     
    After a very frustrating half hour later, I looked up to see her head back on the couch and a look of frustration on her face. I wondered if she was having as much trouble as I was. She turned looked in my direction, our eyes connected, and I nodded my head for her to come over. Indecision flashed in her eyes for a brief moment, before she sighed and gathered up her stuff, bringing it over. I bit back a huge grin as she sat down next to me.
     
    "I hate you," she said half-hearted and I gave her a one arm hug, kissing her on the side of the head, letting my lips linger for a moment as I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. She gave me a gentle push and smiled up at me.
     
    "No you don't." I shook my head and she rolled her eyes with a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. She scooted out of my arm and curled up on the other side of the couch, tilting her head and flashing me a teasing smile as she said, "I've heard how you get girls to help you study, so you just stay over there."
     
    I gave her a look of fake innocence as I said, "I have no idea what you're talking