August Cunningham. He is good-looking. Not that he’d ever look at me that way. I’m the guy people turn to for help with nerdy stuff, not the guy they want to date. Or have sex with. I shiver. I could definitely imagine losing my V card to a guy like August. I bet he’s got lots of experience. I’m stereotyping, but I don’t know anything about him, so what choice do I have?
Fantasising about him would be a bad idea. I have to be able to look him in the eyes tomorrow to give him the essay guide I’m making. Assuming he even wants it. He might laugh in my face. In fact, he probably will.
With a sigh, I undo my jeans, put my hands in my pants, visualise Henry Cavill, and stroke my cock.
3
CASEY
Strength and conditioning training takes place at The Edge, which is the university gym. I’m done by nine, but my lecture isn’t until ten. I need to find a quiet spot to read through the notes I made last night with Em’s help. My muscles ache, but it’s a good ache. It lets me know I worked hard and gave it my all during the session. The canteen is too busy, so I go outside to one of the quads. It’s chilly, but at least the sky is blue, and the sun is shining. I sit on a bench, open my bag, and look through it for my notes. Fuck. My notes aren’t there. I press my lips together as I recall glancing over them this morning before going to the gym.
“Casey.”
I look up and smile.
Em jogs up to me and hands me my notebook. “Looking for this? You left it on the sofa. I thought you might need it.”
I hug him, my heart melting, knowing he came to campus early to give me my notes. Unless I’m mistaken, he doesn’t have to be here until eleven. I could be wrong.
“How did you know I’d be here?”
“I figured you’d look for somewhere to revise. I tried the canteen first.”
I’m sure he knows me better than I know myself.
“Thanks.” I let go and sit.
“Do you want me to go through them with you?” Em sits beside me.
“You probably have better things to do.” Not that I want him to go. I love spending time with Em. Being around him makes me happy, and he never fails to make me smile.
“No. I’m free until eleven.”
I was right about the time he needs to be on campus. What does that say about me?
“Did you finish the thing you were doing for the guy on your course?” I ask.
“August?”
I shrug. Em didn’t tell me his name last night.
“Yeah, I put the finishing touches on it over breakfast, which is when I noticed you’d forgotten your notes. He’ll probably think I’m interfering and tell me to fuck off.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Why would he do that?”
“Because I’m interfering? It’s none of my business whether he gets his essay done or not.”
I rest my hand on his knee. “He’s not going to tell you to fuck off. He’ll appreciate the gesture.”
“Whether he uses the notes or not?”
“Yes, but if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll use your notes.”
Em laughs.
“I would.” Heat rises to my cheeks. “Not that I need you to plan my essays for me.” I take my hand off his knee and rub the back of my neck as I look away. Why do I get flustered around Em sometimes? “It’s bad enough you had to read a chapter of my textbook for me last night.”
“You were tired.”
