“If that’s the guy you were just with, yes.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
I snort. “You could have fooled me. You were holding hands and everything.”
“That was because—” He takes a breath and rolls his shoulders back. “Never mind. We’re not boyfriends. He’s my best friend, but that’s all.” He quirks his mouth into a jagged line.
I arch an eyebrow. “But you want to be his boyfriend?”
“He’s straight.”
I push my eyebrow higher. “Ah, unrequited love. That’s adorable.”
Emory glares at me. “I’m going to go.”
“Hey, you said you’d talk me through this.” I wave the essay notes at him.
He looks at me, uncertainty dancing in his gorgeous eyes.
“Please? I don’t get this stuff, and I can’t fail another essay.” I’m careful to soften my voice.
Emory pushes his glasses up his nose. “Okay.” He checks his watch. “Now or after the lecture?”
“Start now and carry on after if we need to?” Which we probably will.
“Okay.”
Even though it’s chilly, we sit on a bench.
“The essay wants you to discuss how the pharmacodynamic properties of Carvedilol influence its effects on the cardiovascular system,” Emory says.
“You might as well be talking a different language.”
“What don’t you understand?”
“All of it.” I feel dumb admitting it, but it’s true.
“Do you know what pharmacodynamic properties are?”
I shake my head.
“Carvedilol?”
“No.”
“The cardiovascular system?”
“Cardio is a type of workout that gets you hot, sweaty, and out of breath.” I pause and waggle my eyebrows. “Sex is a great cardio workout.”
His face goes bright red.
“So something to do with the lungs, heart, or maybe both.”
Emory tugs his hand through his hair. “Oh boy.”
I lean forward. “I tell you what. I could give you two hundred pounds, and you could write the essay for me.”
He shuffles back, shaking his head.
