He grabs a napkin and swipes the sauce off his upper lip. “Her loss. I’m a catch.”
I snort again.
“Where’s Dustin anyway?” he asks with a scowl.
“He doesn’t get out of economics for another hour.”
He stares blankly at me.
“What?”
“It’s a little pathetic that you know his schedule.”
I shrug. “We compared classes to see if we had any together.”
“The bromance is strong with you two.”
The corner of my mouth tilts up in a half smile. “Jealous?”
In a mocking tone, he says, “Completely.”
Ivy laughs again, and my eyes immediately shoot back to her. As Dustin’s best friend, I feel like it’s my duty to keep my eye on her just to make sure she isn’t getting hit on or something. She’s a pretty girl, so it’s not impossible, and even though she’s dating one of the most popular guys at the college, it doesn’t stop some men.
She’s leaning toward someone, and I move my gaze to the girl next to her. Only to freeze.
My blood runs hot and cold at the same time. Relief and fear, because there she is. The girl. Sarah. My obsession. She’s sitting right next to Ivy, laughing with her over something they shared.
She’s just as gorgeous as I remember, if not more so in her casual wear of jeans and a sweater, her hair in a messy bun. There’s minimal makeup on her face, a lot less than there was this past weekend, and I find the lack of it makes her even more attractive.
Our time together surfaces in my head, the way her head tilted back as she moaned beneath me, the way her unique scent swirled around my nose, the way her lips fit perfectly to mine.
And then her eyes. I can see them perfectly from here, and I know if I keep staring at them, she’ll eventually look my way.
I wonder why she decided to come to this college. I wonder what she’s majoring in. I wonder what her favorite color is, favorite smell, favorite food. I want to know all the things about her, and I’m dying to get up from this chair, go over there, and sit next to her to find out. But I know that’d make her uncomfortable, especially in front of Ivy, who probably has no idea that she slept with me. If she had, Ivy would have approached me by now, and since she hasn’t, I can only assume that she doesn’t know.
“Dude,” Jacob says, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Who are you staring at?”
“No one,” I lie, going back to my sandwich. Now that I’ve found her, I don’t want to let her out of my sight, but I also don’t want Jacob to know who she is, who I’m staring at, who I’m longing after. I’ll just have to find a way to approach her when she’s alone if I can find her again. The thought isn’t pleasing, but if she stumbled into my path only a few days after meeting her, then it’ll happen again.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He turns in his chair and surveys the people sitting and enjoying their lunch. “Who is it?”
“Drop it, Jacob,” I growl under my breath.
Slowly, he turns back to face me, a wide grin on his face. “You found her, didn’t you?”
I flex my jaw and stare at my food, forcing myself not to look Sarah’s way. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He throws a chip at me, and it hits me in the peck, only to drop to the floor between my legs. “You totally did. Dude, you had hearts in your eyes for a good minute before I said anything. Which one is she?” Desperately, he looks around again before turning back to me. “Come on, who is she?”
“None of your business,” I say, flicking my gaze back to his.
“Why do you got to be like that, man? It’s not like I’m going to go over there and stick my tongue down her throat, though you probably should. Stake your claim, dude.”
I look up at the ceiling and sigh. “I’m going to not do that. Besides, if I went over there, I’d cause a scene in front of her friend.”
He leans forward and whispers, “You have a plan, don’t you?”
“Yes. No.” I frown. “Yeah, not really.”
