“Yeah, I know it’s strong. Astor Café has the best coffee on campus, in my humble opinion. They seemed to have gotten this from the dining hall.”
Huh. I look back at Cameron, who’s scanning the room while students come in. Astor Café does have the best coffee. It’s also the one connected to my dorm.
“Do you go there often?”
He shrugs. “When I can. Maybe three times a week. Why do you ask?”
He still doesn’t know where I live, and I don’t want him to find out.
Pretending I didn’t hear him, I casually glance around. “Have you seen our teammate?”
Mills assigned Cameron and I a new partner from another class since groups are supposed to be made up of three people. There’s the unlucky few that end up in pairs, but it's highly rare.
“No. There’s still a couple of minutes left until Mills comes in, he could be running late.” Cameron points to the table of baked goods. “Do you want anything to eat?”
He’s being nice, and it’s freaking me out. I shrug casually and nod. “Sure, why not.”
There aren’t many options, so I opt for a cheese danish and banana since I don’t usually get hungry in the mornings. Cameron, on the other hand, takes two cherry danishes, two croissants, a banana, and an apple.
“You still eat as much as you did in high school, and you’re even fitter now. How?”
He smiles. “I was blessed with a fast metabolism, you know this.”
“Of course, you were.” I roll my eyes. “How do you have so much energy?”
“I’m on my third cup of coffee. Let’s go sit.”
This isn’t the classroom we’re normally in, so we wander to the ones closest to us. While I peel my banana, Cameron dips his head, his lips brush the shell of my ear, catching me off guard.
“You look sexy today. You look sexy every time I see you, but pencil skirts are my kryptonite.” My eyes widen. “And if we had time, I’d take you into a classroom, pull that skirt up, exposing your ass and fuck you from behind.” Chills sweep over me while I remain silent. “It might be eight in the morning on a Saturday, and yet every guy here almost broke their neck trying to get the slightest glimpse of you since the second you entered the room.”
My body breaks out into goosebumps as he places a small kiss behind my ear. I turn to him, and our faces are merely two inches away. His eyes drop to my lips, and they part while my breathing quickens. This is way more effective than coffee. My whole body is up and running. Adrenaline is coursing through me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him why he was paying so much attention to those other guys when we’re interrupted.
“Kamila and Cameron.” We both straighten in our seats at the sound of Professor Mills’s voice.
I plaster on a fake smile as I turn to her. “Yes, professor?”
“It seems that Doyle has a case of food poisoning and hasbeen in the medical center all night. It’ll be just the two of you today,” she says as if it’s an inconvenience to her.
I frown. “Is he okay?” As much as this sucks for us, Doyle must be feeling like shit.
“He’ll be fine as long as he has proof that he is actually sick; otherwise, he’ll likely fail.” A slight smile grazes her face. What a psycho bitch.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood before I say something that could makemefail the class. Luckily, she quickly walks away.
“Cold-hearted bitch,” I mutter under my breath.
Cameron chokes on his drink with a laugh. “The coffee was what saved me from saying anything. I can’t stand the sound of her fucking voice anymore.”
“We’re totally screwed. Why us?” I sigh and tap my foot anxiously.
“Nah, we’ll be fine.” Cameron shrugs as if it’s nothing.
My cheeks heat. “Cameron, this is worth thirty percent of our grade. We need to do well, and everybody else already has the upper hand. Doyle was smart, we needed him.”
“You’re smarter.”
Now it’s my turn to choke on my coffee.
