“They have no business in cookies and everyone picks them out of trail mix.”
His brow lifted.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I said, “Admit it. You pick them out of trail mix.”
He squeezed my hip and grinned. “Possibly.”
“Absolutely,” I affirmed. “The only way to eat raisins is in Bridge mix when they’re smothered in chocolate,” I said and savored another raisin-less bite of my cookie.
Finn’s laughter rang through the room. “You’re something else, Chess.”
I shot him an incredulous look. “What?”
Shaking his head, he said, “Eat your cookie.”
His eyes danced as I picked another raisin out of my treat and pulled another face when I missed one in the next bite. Meanwhile, he finished his cookie, raisins and all, like a barbarian.
He traced his fingers down the side of my face, tucking my hair behind my ear and lulling me into not paying attention. Then he pounced, pulling my hand away from my mouth at the last second and stealing my last bite.
“Hey!” I yelped.
A hard kiss shut me up before he leaned back and, grinning the whole time, finished chewing and swallowing my cookie.
“You are a menace.”
His eyes sparkled. “You are fun to study with.”
“Finn.” Tilting my head, I stared at him from beneath my brows. “We have yet to study anything today.”
“Not true, babe. We’ve learned lots of things about each other this afternoon. For example, I learned you don’t like to share your cookies.” He cut off my protest with, “But cookies taste delicious on your lips.” Smiling, he added, “Other parts of you are delectable all on their own. Honestly, Chess, you’re kind of a feast.”
It was the weirdest—and quite possibly the sweetest—compliment I’d ever received.
Staring at his gorgeous, heavily muscled bare chest with its dusting of light brown hair, I said, “We should actually crack open a book, huh?” My voice might have cracked on my suggestion, drawing a chuckle from him.
Then he urged me to stand, and reluctantly, I slid off his lap to stand beside the desk. He retrieved his plain black T-shirt from where it had landed on the floor during our previous activities, and I mourned the loss of the view when he pulled it down over his torso. With a cursory tug, he mostly righted the blankets and the comforter, revealing his books, which had somehow ended up at the foot of the mattress. Gathering them up, he set them on the nightstand and turned back to me.
“I usually stretch out on my bed when I work, so feel free to use the desk.”
When I sat down and pulled some books from my backpack, I truly didn’t think I’d manage to do any studying with the hottest man in the world stretched out on the bed behind me. But though we’d been distracted earlier, this wasn’t our first rodeo. Studying together in Hillman on multiple occasions had apparently prepared us to study quietly in Finn’s room after having epic sex. Either that or epic sex had powered up my synapses.
The rest of the afternoon flew by as I finished nearly all of the last sets of problems for my quantum physics midterm. When Callahan banged on Finn’s door, I squeaked, almost taking my chair with me as I leapt for the ceiling at his decibel-shattering interruption of the silence.
“Finn! Move your truck! I gotta take Jamaica back to the dorms.”
Checking the time on my phone, I hissed a curse. “I need to head home too. We have our weekly RA meeting in thirty minutes.”
“Finn! You awake?” Callahan shouted.
Finn swung off his bed and opened the door. “Dude. Calm your ass down. If you want, I can drop Jamaica off when I take Chessly home.”
Callahan’s mortified expression cracked me up. “I drive my girl, Finnegan. But ifyouwant, I can take Chess with us.” He poked his head into the room and shot me a confused look. Apparently, he thought we were busy doing other things.
At Callahan’s suggestion, it was Finn’s turn to express mortification. “Negative, Ghost Rider. I’ll be driving Chess. Give us a minute to gather up her stuff.” He let the door click shut in Callahan’s face.
“That was kind of rude to do to your roommate.” I smirked.
“Didn’t want to waste more time arguing with him when I could be doing this with you.” He tugged me up from the chair and pulled me in close before brushing a kiss over my lips. “Did you get much done?”
