“Something like that,” she says, wicked glint in her eye. “I mean, the lead actress is named Julia.”
I laugh, but it’s a strained kind of sound because I’m not just worked up. I’m reverent. I’m fucking floored. I’m so goddamn grateful that she’s mine.
And when I lower my mouth to her, tasting her, devouring her, worshiping her, I do it like a man who’s been starving for years and finally gets to eat.
She moans. Her head falls back. Her thighs tighten around my shoulders.
And me? I thinkthisis what heaven tastes like.
Wednesday, November 12th
Julia
McKinley Library is nearly silent, except for the low hum of the ceiling lights and the occasional squeak of someone’s sneaker on the tile floor. Ace is slouched in the chair across from me at one of the back study tables, a pencil stuck behind his ear, one hand tangled in his hair, and absolutely no clue what I’m talking about.
“For the third time,” I say, tapping my pen on his notebook, “if you increase the angle of the incline, the parallel component of gravitational force increases too.”
Ace stares at me blankly.
I sigh. “That means it’ll slide faster.”
“Ohh,” he says, grinning. “You mean like how I slid right into your DMs freshman year?”
I throw my head back and groan. “You never slid into my DMs.”
“Because I was already in your life since we were kids,” he says, leaning forward on his elbows and lowering his voice. “Living right in your heart and you didn’t even know it.”
I stare at him.
He grins wider. “You know, it was all part of my plan…getting into all your classes. Moving across the hall from you. Studying with you. I was playing the long game of trying to make you fall in love with me. If that doesn’t prove that what I feel for you is true, all-consuming love, I don’t know what does.”
“Or it proves you’re insane,” I reply.
He shrugs. “Insane for you, baby.”
I try not to laugh. “Ace. Focus. You have to pass this exam, or you’ll blow your GPA. And a shitty GPA could quite literally fuck your title as president of Double C.”
He sighs dramatically and drops his forehead onto the open physics textbook. “Then teach me the sexy way.”
I raise a brow. “The what?”
He looks up at me, eyes mischievous. “I’m just saying… I’d retain a lot more if you were, I don’t know, maybe whispering formulas in my ear while you undressed me.”
“Oh my God.”
“I’m serious. You have a gift, Julia. Use it.”
I roll my eyes, trying not to smile. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, here you are. In love with me.”
“You’re lucky I am,” I mutter.
“I really, really am.” His voice softens at that, and when I glance up, he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that’s ever made sense in the whole universe.
Which is why I get a ridiculous, impulsive idea.
I glance around, confirming no one is close by, and stand up. “Come on.”
