“Yeah, whatever,” I said, and walked away. I was too pissed off to get into it right now.
* * *
Raquel
I sat staring at my microbiology book, the words swimming in front of me. My tutor, Trent, was a no-show. His little brother had fallen off his bike and broken his arm, so it was all hands on deck in regards to his family. I got it. Family was everything. But it left me without a snowball’s chance in hell to pass my test tomorrow. Deciding that giving up was a better choice than trying to understand that which could not be understood, I shoved my books back in my bag and made my way out of the library.
I powered up my phone as I climbed into my car and put on my seatbelt. Two texts from Orion and one missed call. My stomach fluttered with horny little butterflies, hoping he was still up as I called him back.
“Hey, Razzle,” he said, answering immediately.
“Hey. Are you back already?”
“Yeah. Are you still studying?”
“How did you know I was studying?” I asked, starting my car.
“Stopped by your place. Sierra filled me in.”
“You stopped by my place?”
“Yeah.”
A pool of molten lava settled in my belly. He’d missed me. “On your way home?”
“Yeah.”
“Adam Graves,” I admonished, biting my lip. “Are you getting attached to me?”
He chuckled. “Kinda dig your pussy, baby, but you already know that.”
“It kinda digs you, too,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out.
“Wanna swing by the cabin?” he asked.
“Is that what you call your clubhouse?”
“Yep.”
“Wow, you’re inviting me to the clubhouse?” I mused. “That sounds like some kind of commitment.”
He laughed. “Not at all. You’re at the university library, right?”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you knowing that. It’s kind of stalker level.”
“Are you?”
I sighed. “Yes.”
“Okay, it’s closer to here than your place, and since I’d like to bury myself deep sooner than later, it’ll take less time for you to come here, than for me to go to you.”
He had a point. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
