“We just started dating, Val.” I chuckle.
“So?” She shrugs. “I’ve fucked guys before I started dating them. Gotta test out the product before you commit, you know?”
“I can’t even with this girl.” Lexie throws her hands up in defeat.
I’m smiling for the rest of lunch. This is my happy place, with all my favorite people. Thankfully, they lay off the personal questions and everything slides back into place.
“That went really well,” Blake says as I walk him to his next class.
“Of course it did. They’re our friends. I knew they would be happy for us. Were you worried?”
“A little bit,” he admits and I give his hand a squeeze. “I thought they might be mad I was taking you away from them.”
“They would never be upset with us being happy. And you're not taking me away, I’m right here. You have nothing to worry about.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.
“For what?”
“I’m always overthinking everything. Always thinking I’m going to mess up, be too annoying, too needy, too much.”
Stopping, I turn to him and take his face into my hands. “You are never too much, Blake. You’re the perfect amount.”
“Why are you so amazing to me?” he whispers.
“I’m just doing what feels right.” I smile.
The rest of the day goes by fast. After the game review, I meet Blake at the library for tutoring.
“Stop it,” he grumbles.
“What?” I chuckle. “I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re staring at me when you should be doing your work.” He taps the textbook.
“But staring at you is more fun.” I bump his shoulder with mine. “Plus, I’d much rather be kissing you than studying.”
He turns to look at me, pushing his glasses up with this finger. Yes, something as simple as that has my dick wanting to say hello. When I said I’m obsessed with him, I meant it. Maybe this is unhealthy. Oh well, I'm not doing anything about it.
“How about this, if you finish your work, we can go somewhere just the two of us?” Blake looks away with embarrassment when he says it.
“See? This is why you’re the best tutor ever.”
“How so?”
“This type of motivation is peak.” I grin.
He smiles down at his book, shaking his head.
“Get to work.”
“Yes, sir,” I say playfully.
But I take his deal seriously. I listen and do the work, and before we know it, everything is done.
“Okay. I was a good boy. Can I have my prize now?” I ask Blake as I tuck my books into my bag.
“You are crazy,” he mutters, putting his own books away.
