Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
He didn’t respond, and we stared at each other until the coffee came.
I groaned, reaching to pour myself a cup once the girl left. “My body freaking loves you.”
He rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face. “We’re doing this again? I thought we established our rules.”
We had sex. Nothing else.
I put the carafe back onto the table. “You can’t sleep with anyone else.”
“What?”
He was mocking me and joking at the same time, and he reached for the coffee. He added, “I can’t put my dick in someone else? That’s barbaric.”
I’d been reaching for the cream, but paused. “Are you joking? You better be joking.”
“Of course, I’m joking.”
My shoulders relaxed, and I finished putting cream and sugar into my coffee. Gage liked it the same way. He tended to joke he liked it black, and I had to put the “fruity” stuff in. That was what he called cream and sugar, but fuck him. If both of us had to endure a month of black coffee, only one of us would survive. Me. Because I’d drink the shit. He’d have given up and begged for his cream and sugar.
“What are you laughing at?”
I looked up. I’d been grinning, and I shook it off. “Thinking something stupid about my brother.”
“Speaking of your brother.” Shay leaned forward, dropping his voice. “He and everyone else in the bar last night are going to talk about us. Right?”
I’d fucked up last night. Big time. I broke all of my rules, and it’d been my bidding. Not Shay’s. Not my brother’s. No one else. I groaned, banging my forehead against the table gently. “I’m so screwed.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m not?” How could he say that? “Everyone saw.”
“A few people saw. Those people will say something, but if you really want to commit to this where no one knows, it’s possible.”
“How?” I shook my head. “You can’t tease me like that, not if it isn’t true.”
“It is true. Look.” He leaned forward. “We do our own thing. No touching. No secret looks. We don’t talk about it. It’ll blow over in a few weeks, if that’s what you want.”
I nodded. Hell yes. “It isn’t you or me. It’s my roommate. It’s my friends. It’s girls who get pissed because you like me and not them.”
“I get it.” He frowned. “Kind of. Not really, but whatever you want.”
I held up my finger. “And there are no strings, but if you do start sleeping with someone else, you tell me. I’d rather wait till that’s done, then have your dick double-dipping somewhere.”
He’d been reaching for more coffee, but his hands settled on the table for a second. He watched me, and I asked, “What?”
“You’re so crude sometimes.”
I was. “Say it how I see it.”
He shook his head, blinking a few times. “I don’t know if that’s refreshing or unnerving.”
The food came, and I reached for one of my pieces of toast. “You tell me the next time you’re bent over my ass. I’m thinking, you’ll find me refreshing then.”
He groaned, dropping the knife and fork he’d picked up. “Fucking hell, Clarke.”
Clarke. I grinned. Last names again. I was already feeling more comfortable. I preened at him, waving my toast in the air. “You’ll be happy. Just think how jealous I’ll be when Becs is flashing her cleavage at you later today. Bet you don’t get that from other girls you used to sleep with.”
He shook his head again. “You’re slightly mental.”
I shrugged, taking a big bite out of my toast. I was just being me.
I wasn’t sure about my game plan for the dorms.
Shay dropped me off, and I decided the best course of action was no course. I hid. Or, to be more accurate, I avoided. Everyone.
It was around eleven in the morning when I walked into my dorm room. Missy was gone, but I was Dick Crusher now. I had little doubt I could sit in there, get comfortable, and expect her not to know about my new nickname. I bolted. To be more exact, I showered, changed, grabbed every textbook I could think of for studying, packed my laptop, and headed for the library. My only stop was the coffee cart, and I’d been on the third floor, in the farthest study room in the corner, all day.
Or I was, until Shay texted and I got a bunch of emails from everyone in our political science group. They were meeting in the large computer lab at six that evening. I had an hour to collect myself and get ready. Once I went down there, all eyes would be on me. The Dick Crusher video and maybe the rumors about Shay and me had already spread, it didn’t matter. Just being at the same table as Shay would get the rumor mill going.
One hour.
I did what every normal college student did—I went and ate ice cream (along with other substances, but ice cream was the main priority) and loaded up on caffeine. I purchased two energy drinks from the shop, and in case I didn’t want to pull out the energy drinks, I grabbed another large coffee.