When she scooted her seat closer to me, my dick twitched.Her thigh pressed against mine, along with her upper arm, the scent of her shampoo wrapping around me like a snake.“Are you jealous, Cairo?”
“Jealous?”I repeated.“Why would I be?”
“Because of this morning.”She nudged me.“You know, you can be honest with me.”
“About what?”
She looked back at her notebook.“About your feelings.”
My feelings?Like this ache in my chest whenever I think about her and Frasier after I spent time with her alone this morning?I can’t tell her about that!She obviously doesn’t care anyway …
“Feelings?”I scoffed.“For what?You?”
Ouch.That came out worse than I had expected.
The brightness in Astrid’s eyes faded, and she straightened herself out and tucked some hair behind her ear, turning back toward the front of the class.“Oh … yeah, I was actually just, you know … talking about your feelings for … how boring this class is.”
Fuck, I screwed up.
I turned back to the front and rubbed my arm.“You know how I feel about this class …”
“Do I?”she whispered.
I opened and closed my mouth a handful of times, then nodded.“The same way you do.”
“Oh, I don’t think so …” Astrid tapped her fingers.“You don’t know how I feel.”
Our gazes met for a moment, until we both looked away at the same time.I dropped my eyes to the textbook and stared at the pages with a handful of equations that I had learned last night, but seemed to forget about since Astrid had walked into the room.
“If you don’t want to get coffee again, it’s okay,” she said, playing with her fingers.
“I do,” I said.“But we shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Frasier.”
She shifted in her seat uncomfortably.“He doesn’t have to know.”
“He’s one of my best friends.”
“So?”
“So, I’m not going to do that to him.”
“He had no problem doing it to you.”
“What’s that mean?”I asked.
“You know what it means,” she said, spitting my words back at me.
Frasier knew that I liked her—thatallthe guys in The Crew liked her, except maybe Rush, as I didn’t quite know what he was thinking most days—and still decided to make a move on her in a romantic way.
Fuck Frasier.
“You want to get coffee tomorrow?”I asked.“We can go.”
Astrid peered back at me, eyes wide.“Really?”
