“Not anymore,” he explained. “Kind of screwed that up… recently.”
I eyed him curiously. “Really?”
It was Weston’s turn to look away. He scribbled in the margins of our rules. “It’s a long story. Quite boring, if I’m being honest. I’d rather not get into it. It’d take you out of the mood.”
“How do you know I’m in the mood?” I asked with a small laugh.
He made eye contact again. “Your pupils dilated when I offered to go down on you. You’ve been restless, and that’s most likely because your jeans are rubbing you in the perfect spot. And you haven’t stopped touching your face at the thought of me between your legs.”
I touched my cheek, and then immediately pulled my hand down, now conscious of my body language.
“You do this a lot?” I asked in a serious tone. “Offer to eat out girls when you’re supposed to be focused on schoolwork?”
“No.” He shook his head. “At least, not like this. Not with rules and promises and honesty. Not with the intention to make you comfortable enough to understand you can be in charge with where we go from here.”
I let out a breath.
“Am I going to get a ‘yes’ from you, Covee? I can tease and flirt all I want, but I won’t do anything until you give me the word.”
My entire body warmed. I wanted to melt on the floor, to go back to my dorm room and hide under the covers. I also wanted to have him bring me to an orgasm where I may or may not scream his name.
“I can promise you one thing,” he whispered.
“What’s that?”
“You’ll be crying for a different reason. A better reason,” he promised.
I touched my tongue to my top lip and decided I was tired of being alone. I wanted to be touched. And here was an exceptionally good-looking guy, ready and willing.
“Okay,” I nodded and took a deep breath.
Weston raised an eyebrow, not moving an inch. I laughed a little and then added, “Yes.”
Chapter 4
I had expectedtwo things to happen after I said yes. One: Weston would offer to take me back to his place or suggest we go to mine. Two: My body would immediately respond in panic and rescind the “yes.”
For now, neither happened.
Weston and I started packing our things without so much as a few smiles exchanged. He led the way to the elevators. Behind him, I tried to keep my expression plain and my eyes from contacting anyone we passed on the way.
It felt as though people knew what we were about to do. I’d only been in the library for a few minutes with a guy that looked like he could… well, give and get as much as he wanted. And it was a little embarrassing that all it took for me to sleep with him was him simply paying the slightest bit of attention to me.
My mind started listing all the reasons why this was a stupid idea once we got into the elevator. Instead of pressing the button for the lobby, Weston pressed the one to the sixth floor. I frowned, almost not saying anything before telling him, “The sixth floor is closed. It’s under renovation.”
He nodded and gave me a wink. “I know. Perfect place for a bit of privacy.”
When the door dinged and opened, Weston gave me a wicked grin before heading into the darkness. I hesitated for a moment. Right as the doors were about to close, I slipped through to follow him. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting on the abandoned floor. The squeaking of our sneakers and whistling of the AC were the only sounds echoing in the air. I fell into step behind him, surprised he seemed to know where he was going.
My thoughts raced, gushing about how thrilling it was to be here with Weston while also getting anxious about being touched by him. The inside of my cheek felt sore from chewing on my skin. I tried to force myself to relax by focusing on my breathing, but the air kept going in and out too quickly.
Weston passed through a few rooms of half-empty bookshelves before choosing a spot in the far corner of the floor. I scanned the area, taking in the eerie darkness and beautiful blue light from the night sky outside. We’d stopped in front of a large window with black desks shoved against the glass. Chairs were stacked in front of the desks, allowing thin bits of moonlight to shine onto the fresh, gray carpet. The area smelt of wet paint.
“Covee.” Weston’s voice brought me back to the moment.
I turned to him with wide eyes. “Here?”
He smiled and stepped closer to me. “Yeah. Why not?”
