So, yeah. Cooper’s got a lot on his mind, which is why I’m not pushing him for labels. Although we spend almost every night together, I’m not even sure he’s told his friends we’re dating. But he’s not seeing anyone else and for now, it’s enough.
Even if I am falling for him.
Hard.
“This is good,” Haley says, cutting off my train of thought. “Like, really good. If Call-Me-David doesn’t give you an A, he’s an idiot.”
“Thanks.” Priya had said the same thing more or less, but it never hurts to have multiple sources of feedback. “Let’s just hope he’s not an idiot because I can’t afford anything less than an A on that paper.”
Haley sits up, giving me an appraising stare. “Your ass looks great in those jeans, by the way.”
“Maybe I should attach a picture to my term paper,” I tease.
“Couldn’t hurt.” Haley flips the laptop around. “Just submit the paper already and be done with it. The longer you hold on to it, the more you’re going to second-guess yourself.”
God, she knows me so well.
I have a tendency to overedit. And overthink. And basically drag projects out until the last possible second while turning myself into a basket case.
Haley arches a brow and stares pointedly at the laptop.
I sigh and tap a few keys, pulling up my email. Under her watchful gaze, I type a brief email to Call-Me-David and attach the file. My finger hovers over the send button, but then Haley clears her throat and I tap it, anxiety curling deep in my chest as the email blasts off into cyberspace.
“There,” Haley says, wiping her palms together as if she’s just completed hard labor. “Now you can enjoy your night out without worrying about Call-Me-David.”
As if such a thing is possible.
“How’s your final project for Professor Ronan coming along?” I dab on a light, floral perfume and give myself one last look in the mirror. I have no idea where we’re going—despite asking Cooper at least a dozen times—so hopefully jeans and an emerald green sweater fit the dress code.
Haley grins. “I have all the pieces for my sculpture complete, but I haven’t assembled them yet. I enjoy keeping Ronan in suspense.”
“Suspense?” I snort-laugh. “I think you mean terror.”
Based on the stories I’ve heard, the professor doesn’t appreciate Haley’s flair for the dramatic. Or her innate ability to push boundaries.
Her loss.
“Whatever.” Haley shrugs. “It’s going to be epic.”
The doorbell rings and Haley trails me into the hall, because, as she’s told me on several occasions, she’s never not going to ogle the man candy.
Fortunately, Coop considers it a compliment.
I open the front door and Cooper steps in, looking sexy as sin in dark jeans and a navy Henley that brings out the color of his eyes. Something like a growl rolls off his lips, and he hooks an arm around my waist and grabs my ass, pulling me in until I’m flush against him. Then his lips descend on mine, ravenous, despite the fact that it’s only been forty-eight hours since we last saw each other.
His tongue glides along my upper lip and I melt into him, biting back a moan as he makes a seductive sweep of my mouth.
God, I’ve missed this.
Has it really only been two days?
Coop groans and the hard ridge swells against my belly.
“That’s it,” Haley announces from somewhere behind us. “I’m going to watch porn.”
I laugh and Coop releases his grip on me with a wolfish grin.
“What can I say? You look good enough to eat.” He pauses. “You know, we could just order in.”
