Page 10 of Primal Hunger


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Me:Got plans in two hours?

Jasper:What do you have in mind?

Me:Lunch?

Jasper:I’m in. Tell me when and where.

I texted him the address to my school and then turned off my phone and slid it into my bag. I’d studied my ass off for this exam, but I still hoped there’d be no surprises.

Two hours later, I walked out of class feeling pretty happy with how the exam went, and buzzing with the excitement of seeing Jasper again. He’d texted the location of where he’d parked, and I made my way to the parking lot where I found him leaning against his grill, studying his phone.

“Hi,” I said, as I approached, and he looked up, grinning wide.

Oh, yeah, this man would be the perfect one to burn my vagina.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “You hungry?”

“Starving. I just had the final from hell, so I need to eat my feelings.”

He chuckled, pulling the door open. “That bad, huh?”

I climbed up into the truck. “Oh, no, it was great, I think. Biology isn’t my strongest subject and I’m doubling with zoology, so now that it’s over, I’m panicking a little.”

“So, you called me?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m flattered.”

I blushed. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” He grinned widely and closed the door, walking to his side of the truck and climbing inside. “Where to?”

“There’s a little taco place not far from here if you like Mexican.”

“I love Mexican,” he said, starting the engine, then we headed toward the best food on the planet.

“Are you an accountant, per chance. You know, during the day?”

He gave me a sideways glance. “Do I look like an accountant?”

“No,” I breathed out. “But one can hope.”

“You lost me.”

“Never mind. I’m just being weird.”

Parking in front of the tiny restaurant, we walked to the window, ordered, then sat at one of the picnic tables to wait for our food.

“Polly said you just moved here from Portland,” I said, settling my elbows on the table. “How long have you been here?”

“Two weeks.”

“No way, really?”

He nodded.

“You didn’t waste any time getting a job.”

“I know a guy,” he hedged.

“It’s good to know a guy.” I smiled. “What brought you here?”