“Uh, actually, I have an early class tomorrow.” Class wasn’t until midday.
I swung my legs onto the floor and yanked my boxers up.
She snuggled beneath my sheet and stared up at me with huge, green eyes. Did they think that the larger they made them, the more I’d want to cuddle? Cuddles irritated the flesh out of me, made me feel like a bear trapped in a bird cage.
The only snuggle receiver was my sister, and only when she was on her period—and she still complained about my cuddle providing skills, saying hard slaps on the back didn’t count. I didn’t agree; I always patted Gran during her weekly crises, whenever she fake-cried about being too old for boar hunting or her eyesight being full of cataracts when she lost a game of pool.
“Could I sleep over?”Ta-da!There it was. I got that question seven times out of ten.
But why? Did they hope they’d be the one to make me pick a chosen mate? Or was this just for the bet going around campus?
“You were a good time, Camilla.”
“Ludmilla.”
“Ludmilla. Sorry.” At least I got themillapart. “But I only sleep alone.”
My best buddy, Killian, was needy enough to want to do sleepovers sometimes, but I would sneak away when he was at his snoring crescendo.
“I get it, Thor!” her quiet voice squeaked. “Amazing game yesterday, by the way. Um, do you mind if I grab something to eat before heading back to Comet?”
“Sure, raid the fridge,” I drawled, already halfway to dreamland.
“One more thing…”
For the sake of Thor’s balls!
“Yeah?” I groaned with my head under the pillow—that was how I slept.
“Could I take a picture with you?”
“Alright,” I clipped out. She blushed all different shades of red, while I gave off several shades of boredom. I sat up and rubbed my eyes again.
“Do you mind if I post it on Instagram? I’ll be subtle, like I’ll tag you, but I won’t post location or say anything.”
Her hand trembled while holding the phone far enough away to take a selfie, so I snatched it and took the picture instead.
I managed to keep my eyes open…I thought.
She said something else I didn’t catch, so I just nodded and patted her on the shoulder a few times. Post-sex cuddles,checked.
Before I laid back down, I noticed something colorful and not mine on the floor.Ah.
Her breath caught when I invaded her space and dangled her purple hairband in front of her. “You forgot this.”
Something like disappointment creased her forehead. Oh yeah. Milla had thought she had an excuse to come back.
I flopped back down on the mattress, then turned my head and slapped at the wooden floor under my bed until I found the package. Tearing the top off with my teeth, I stuffed six honey-filled mini waffles into my mouth.
I mumbled a goodnight to Mrs. Dorothy, the smiling lady on the half-torn, half-empty package, who I loved more than my own granny.
Then I finally passed out.
Empty balls, full belly.
CHAPTER 3
YVAINE
