There was a knock on his door at exactly six in the evening—the exact time Colton had said he would be there to pick him up. Jagger wished he was a normal college student that had a liquor stash in his room because he sure needed a drink now. Some liquid courage would go a long way to helping him survive the next twenty four hours. Hell, what did one do on a date for twenty four hours?

Holding his breath, he stood up and walked the eight steps to the door of his dorm. When Riley had left last night, he’d taken the few boxes that contained his worldly possessions and agreed to hold them in his apartment until Jagger returned the next day. It had been a mere three boxes. The room was empty and pathetically sad, the same as it had been the last four years. Riley was right, he hadn’t left a mark of the real Jagger behind. When he left, there wouldn’t even be the faintest reminder that he’d ever been here. He kept walking. Those eight steps reminded him of ‘dead man walking’—like he was headed straight for his own execution.

The knock pounded a bit more firmly this time around. The idea that Colton was getting agitated on the other side of the door made him feel somewhat better. Actually, it made him feel pretty damned good. He smiled, wondering how long he could just stand here, aggravating the dick on the other side of the door.

The door flung open just as he started to reach for it. Fuck, he thought he had locked it. He jumped back, looking like a total scaredy cat. It certainly wasn’t the impression he wanted to set with Colton. He lived by the ‘never let ‘em see you’re scared’ motto. It hadn’t worked with his dad and it probably wouldn’t work with Colton either.

“There’s my Wildcat! I was beginning to worry that you’d run off, trying to avoid your duty as losing team!” He smiled, his emerald eyes twinkling with arrogance and lust. And just like that, Jagger felt his nerves turn into a jumbled mess of arousal and nervous fear. Colton’s gaze magically transformed him back into that little boy on the basketball courts—the one nobody else wanted, except for Colton. Well, he’d be damned to hell before he let Colton know how badly his very presence fucked with Jagger’s head. He forced a blank look on his face.

Jagger rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.” He glanced down at his cheap Wal-Mart watch and was swamped with shame when he noticed Colton’s eyes travel toward it as well. He jerked his arm back down and tucked it behind his hip. “Clock’s ticking away, smartass. What fun have you got planned for us? Dinner and a movie? Shopping at the mall? A game of H-O-R-S-E? Shopping for prom dresses?

That would be great fun.” He wasn’t witty. Why the hell was he trying to be witty? He sounded like a moron.

“You got an overnight bag packed?” Colton asked, his eyes darting around the empty room. “If you don’t, that’s fine with me. I’m definitely not opposed to sleeping naked.”

Jagger jerked back like he’d been slapped. Surely he didn’t really think? The arrogant ass had to know he wouldn’t…

“Shit, Wildcat! You should see your face right about now! It’s absolutely priceless.” Colton tossed his head back, laughing wildly. “What did you think was going to happen on a twenty-four hour date?”

Choking back outrage, Jagger sputtered, “Not that! You asshole! I’m not doing that.” He couldn’t believe that Colton would honestly think his body was actually on the trading table in the stupid Captain’s challenge. He should have let Riley get him out of it. No, he should kick Colton’s ass himself, be done with him once and for all.

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

Colton took a step closer, placing his ass right smack dab into Jagger’s personal space. Jagger saw, up close and way too personal, the wicked gleam that turned his emerald eyes an even darker shade. He gasped in shock when his adversary’s tongue darted out to wet his plump lips, teasing him in way that shouldn’t do a damn thing to him, much less send little shock waves through his body before finally settling at his cock and balls. “Who said anything about sleeping?” His deep voice rumbled, sending out little vibes to tickle Jagger’s body in all the important places.