Somehow we unglued from each other for as long as it took us to get the blanket, the sled, and the bottle back in the car and us into our seats. One more kiss, and we were back on the road and stopping at the front entrance of our dorm.
“Don’t you need to park your car?”
He took a key off his ring and handed it to me. “Let yourself into my room. I’ll meet you there.”
I took it, but hesitated. “I can go with you.”
“No, this is better.” He gave me a little nudge with his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t want anyone to see us together, now would we?”
“Oh, right.” I let myself out of the car.
He sped away, his red taillights disappearing.
I winced. Now that my friends knew I was hanging with Dallas, and they had given me their stamp of approval by leaving me with him at the pub, this whole not wanting people to see us together seemed foolish.
In the lobby, it was still early in the night, and there were people milling around, socializing.
I aimed for the hallway, but a clacking sound followed me.
“Hi, Adriana.” It was Sandra in her flip-flops, flannel pants, and a university sweatshirt. “I heard that you went to ice cross. How was it?”
“It was fun.” I tried edging away from her, but she wouldn’t let me—she’d boxed me in.
“Cool.” She jutted her hip out and shifted her weight to one leg. “Didn’t you go with Priya and Emma?”
“Yeah.”
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know.” My gaze shifted to the front door.
“So what are you doing for the rest of the night?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on, it’s still pretty early. You must be doing something?”
God, she was so nosy. She must make multiple passes by the lobby every day just to see who was here. It was annoying.
The front door opened, and a breeze of cold air swooped in. It was Dallas.
I looked at her. I looked at him. But I didn’t have that uh-oh feeling inside me. Instead, there was something glowing. Hot and burning. I didn’t care about what she would think or say about me if she knew I was with Dallas.
A grin spread across my face. “Actually, Sandra, Dallas and I are doing something together tonight. Have you two met?”
It was one of those moments where one revealed they’d murdered Professor Plum in the library with the lead pipe.
Dallas frowned.
Sandra gave him an intense, feverish stare. “We know each other, don’t we, Dallas?”
He flinched back slightly. “Sure.”
My smile wavered. She was the one. The revenge-seeker who’d started the rumors about him. I just knew it.
I swallowed slowly. I didn’t know what to do, what to say.
The only thing I knew was I disliked her immensely. From her blonde hair to her cute, upturned nose, to her tiny ass and purple-painted toenails. But I wouldn’t let her ruin this night.
