the thought and quickly covered her mouth when the professor stopped lecturing and looked in her direction. She faked a cough and pretended to clear her throat.
It took forever for the boring class to end. She trudged to the library in the rain opting to skip lunch to try and get another couple hundred words written. She settled in a red leather chair by one of the fireplaces and set her computer on her lap. One thousand words. She had no idea what she could talk about for two thousand more. She reread what she had written and added a bunch of adjectives just to up the words. It gave her less than a hundred more.
A blue light flashed on her phone letting her know she had a message. She reached into her backpack and pulled it out to check. She smiled. Carter.
Hey gorgeous. Skipped class this morning.
Too tired. How about you?
An image of him lying in his bed with just a pair of boxer briefs popped into her head. She could totally picture him half sitting against his pillows with one hand resting behind his head, his muscles taut and rippled through his stomach, over his chest, and along his biceps.
She sighed and shifted away from the warmth of the fire. It was getting hot in the library. She replied to his text:
Slept thru first class 2. At the library now. Had fun last night.
The screen on her laptop turned black from inactivity. She ignored it when her phone vibrated again.
Just fun? I need to work harder to impress.
She smiled. He didn’t need to do anything more. He knew what he was doing. She wanted to ask him but was too embarrassed to ever bring the conversation up; she wondered if he was good because of experience or simply natural talent. Maybe he liked to watch stuff on the internet and had learned it all from there. She was never going to freakin’ ask him to find out. Some things were better left unsaid. She wasn’t going to complain. He could throw her focus into overdrive with a single look or touch. And he acted like it was nothing!!
Her phone vibrated again. She slid her thumb on the face to read his new message.
What time do you finish practice?
Around 5.30.
I’m done about the same time. Come by the pool when you finish.
Why?
It’s a surprise. Bring your bikini. Or nothing.
Ha ha. I’ll bring my suit. Where do I meet you?
Text me when you’re on your way. I’ll tell you where to go.
Should she tell him that tonight wouldn’t work? She needed to finish her stupid paper.
I’ll try and make it.
She held her phone in her hand, half expecting it to start ringing. Maybe playing hard to get wasn’t something he liked. He didn’t seem like the type of guy that had to wait for anything or anyone.
You’ll be there. I know you will.
She scoffed at his message and then laughed when “JK” showed up on the next line of the phone. Teasing or just pretending to tease her? She stuffed her phone back in her bag, refusing to look at it again. Let him wonder if she had read the last just kidding line. She could play the flirting game almost as well as he did.
Her watch beeped just as she went to turn her laptop back on. She glanced at her wrist in surprise. Time to go to her next class already? She couldn’t skip this one as attendance to it was mandatory. That’s why she had signed up for it this semester since next semester she would be gone loads of Fridays.
She shut the laptop and hurried as she headed back into the drizzling rain. Halfway to class she realized she couldn’t meet Carter, she didn’t have her bathing suit on her and she was going straight to practice after school. She didn’t have time to head back to the house to
It took forever for the boring class to end. She trudged to the library in the rain opting to skip lunch to try and get another couple hundred words written. She settled in a red leather chair by one of the fireplaces and set her computer on her lap. One thousand words. She had no idea what she could talk about for two thousand more. She reread what she had written and added a bunch of adjectives just to up the words. It gave her less than a hundred more.
A blue light flashed on her phone letting her know she had a message. She reached into her backpack and pulled it out to check. She smiled. Carter.
Hey gorgeous. Skipped class this morning.
Too tired. How about you?
An image of him lying in his bed with just a pair of boxer briefs popped into her head. She could totally picture him half sitting against his pillows with one hand resting behind his head, his muscles taut and rippled through his stomach, over his chest, and along his biceps.
She sighed and shifted away from the warmth of the fire. It was getting hot in the library. She replied to his text:
Slept thru first class 2. At the library now. Had fun last night.
The screen on her laptop turned black from inactivity. She ignored it when her phone vibrated again.
Just fun? I need to work harder to impress.
She smiled. He didn’t need to do anything more. He knew what he was doing. She wanted to ask him but was too embarrassed to ever bring the conversation up; she wondered if he was good because of experience or simply natural talent. Maybe he liked to watch stuff on the internet and had learned it all from there. She was never going to freakin’ ask him to find out. Some things were better left unsaid. She wasn’t going to complain. He could throw her focus into overdrive with a single look or touch. And he acted like it was nothing!!
Her phone vibrated again. She slid her thumb on the face to read his new message.
What time do you finish practice?
Around 5.30.
I’m done about the same time. Come by the pool when you finish.
Why?
It’s a surprise. Bring your bikini. Or nothing.
Ha ha. I’ll bring my suit. Where do I meet you?
Text me when you’re on your way. I’ll tell you where to go.
Should she tell him that tonight wouldn’t work? She needed to finish her stupid paper.
I’ll try and make it.
She held her phone in her hand, half expecting it to start ringing. Maybe playing hard to get wasn’t something he liked. He didn’t seem like the type of guy that had to wait for anything or anyone.
You’ll be there. I know you will.
She scoffed at his message and then laughed when “JK” showed up on the next line of the phone. Teasing or just pretending to tease her? She stuffed her phone back in her bag, refusing to look at it again. Let him wonder if she had read the last just kidding line. She could play the flirting game almost as well as he did.
Her watch beeped just as she went to turn her laptop back on. She glanced at her wrist in surprise. Time to go to her next class already? She couldn’t skip this one as attendance to it was mandatory. That’s why she had signed up for it this semester since next semester she would be gone loads of Fridays.
She shut the laptop and hurried as she headed back into the drizzling rain. Halfway to class she realized she couldn’t meet Carter, she didn’t have her bathing suit on her and she was going straight to practice after school. She didn’t have time to head back to the house to
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