holding his coffee. He’s simply observing me as if he really cared to know.
“U.S. History is going to be a bear. The professor hates me, I can tell.” I sweep my gaze over his chest and am startled to see how close he’s sitting. I could have sworn you could have parked a bicycle between us a moment ago. “And, I already have three papers due in a two week span between that and lit. It looks like I’ll have to pull a few all-nighters—but secretly I’ve been looking forward to those.” I push into his shoulder like he did mine, and my arm lights up with heat from the exchange. “I’m a nerd that way.”
“I’m a nerd that way, too.” He pushes back, and, for moment, I think our little donut exchange might parlay into an all-out wrestling match, jelly and all. “You do realize Jeanie has a few all-nighters planned herself. I doubt you’ll get much done at your place.” He bites into a glazed donut, and half of it disappears.
“For sure I won’t, but I could probably get some great footage and make millions off a sex tape. ‘Jeanie does Whitney Briggs.’ Who needs this whole edjumacation thing anyway?” I try to rival his donut eating skills and fail miserably by smearing jelly up the side of my cheek. I’m quick to wipe it off, but with my luck it probably looks like a massacre just took place.
A grey dove darts from the bushes and soars into the sky, leaving a trail like pencil lead through the haze, but Bryson doesn’t notice it. For whatever reason the only thing he seems to notice is me. He touches his finger to my cheek and swipes a small spot of jelly off then holds it in the air for me to see before licking it clean.
Holy shit.
“You should ditch that whole dorm thing and hang out with Cole and me.” He pushes into my arm again, and this time he stays there with his shoulder butted up against mine, and, holy hell, my girls parts are feeling some damn good vibrations right about now. His thigh is so close to my leg, I can feel the warmth radiating from him like an inferno.
“I’m one step ahead of you.” I swallow hard. “I’ve already got my bags packed. But don’t worry. I won’t cramp your style for long. I plan on scoring a room at Casa Alpha Chi. Did you see the size of those Greek houses?” As much as I’d like to talk about expensive looking real estate, I can’t help but quiver from his touch. My entire body feels as though it’s about to combust. One more touch and I’ll embarrass myself by having an all-out screaming orgasm in front of him.
“I have seen those houses, and I’ve also had the pleasure to roam those halls. You’ll be living it up in the lap of luxury once you’re in.”
“You think I’ll get in?”
“Yes.” His brows rise into his forehead. “They’d be insane not to want you.”
My insides melt at the thought of him believing in me—wanting me.
“I haven’t had this kind of encouragement since my dad died,” I say it soft, unwarranted. “Not that my mom doesn’t care, but she’s been a little overly cautious with me since he passed away. In fact, Cole is the only reason she green-lighted Whitney Briggs to begin with. I guess she thought having my brother around would be the equivalent of body armor.” A chastity belt is more to the point, but I don’t dare share the imagery with Mr. Edwards. Besides, my girl parts are on the cusp of sending a personalized invite to his boy parts, and I’m not about to stop them.
“He sort of is.” His eyes widen because we both know he’s already been threatened to steer clear. Anyway, I’m sure a god like Bryson Edwards thinks of me as no more than a little sister, himself. Who am I kidding? Even I thought the girl that kissed him goodbye this morning was hotter than hell.
“So was that your girlfriend?” If I’m going to pull us into the awkward zone, I may as well commit.
A bird chirps, an entire array of strange animal sounds purr and hiss in the distance as Bryson tries to
“U.S. History is going to be a bear. The professor hates me, I can tell.” I sweep my gaze over his chest and am startled to see how close he’s sitting. I could have sworn you could have parked a bicycle between us a moment ago. “And, I already have three papers due in a two week span between that and lit. It looks like I’ll have to pull a few all-nighters—but secretly I’ve been looking forward to those.” I push into his shoulder like he did mine, and my arm lights up with heat from the exchange. “I’m a nerd that way.”
“I’m a nerd that way, too.” He pushes back, and, for moment, I think our little donut exchange might parlay into an all-out wrestling match, jelly and all. “You do realize Jeanie has a few all-nighters planned herself. I doubt you’ll get much done at your place.” He bites into a glazed donut, and half of it disappears.
“For sure I won’t, but I could probably get some great footage and make millions off a sex tape. ‘Jeanie does Whitney Briggs.’ Who needs this whole edjumacation thing anyway?” I try to rival his donut eating skills and fail miserably by smearing jelly up the side of my cheek. I’m quick to wipe it off, but with my luck it probably looks like a massacre just took place.
A grey dove darts from the bushes and soars into the sky, leaving a trail like pencil lead through the haze, but Bryson doesn’t notice it. For whatever reason the only thing he seems to notice is me. He touches his finger to my cheek and swipes a small spot of jelly off then holds it in the air for me to see before licking it clean.
Holy shit.
“You should ditch that whole dorm thing and hang out with Cole and me.” He pushes into my arm again, and this time he stays there with his shoulder butted up against mine, and, holy hell, my girls parts are feeling some damn good vibrations right about now. His thigh is so close to my leg, I can feel the warmth radiating from him like an inferno.
“I’m one step ahead of you.” I swallow hard. “I’ve already got my bags packed. But don’t worry. I won’t cramp your style for long. I plan on scoring a room at Casa Alpha Chi. Did you see the size of those Greek houses?” As much as I’d like to talk about expensive looking real estate, I can’t help but quiver from his touch. My entire body feels as though it’s about to combust. One more touch and I’ll embarrass myself by having an all-out screaming orgasm in front of him.
“I have seen those houses, and I’ve also had the pleasure to roam those halls. You’ll be living it up in the lap of luxury once you’re in.”
“You think I’ll get in?”
“Yes.” His brows rise into his forehead. “They’d be insane not to want you.”
My insides melt at the thought of him believing in me—wanting me.
“I haven’t had this kind of encouragement since my dad died,” I say it soft, unwarranted. “Not that my mom doesn’t care, but she’s been a little overly cautious with me since he passed away. In fact, Cole is the only reason she green-lighted Whitney Briggs to begin with. I guess she thought having my brother around would be the equivalent of body armor.” A chastity belt is more to the point, but I don’t dare share the imagery with Mr. Edwards. Besides, my girl parts are on the cusp of sending a personalized invite to his boy parts, and I’m not about to stop them.
“He sort of is.” His eyes widen because we both know he’s already been threatened to steer clear. Anyway, I’m sure a god like Bryson Edwards thinks of me as no more than a little sister, himself. Who am I kidding? Even I thought the girl that kissed him goodbye this morning was hotter than hell.
“So was that your girlfriend?” If I’m going to pull us into the awkward zone, I may as well commit.
A bird chirps, an entire array of strange animal sounds purr and hiss in the distance as Bryson tries to
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