“And?”
“And I enjoy watching other sports as much as I enjoy playing my own. Not to mention, we typically use the same gym and the schedules are posted in the locker room. Your team usually follows directly after us, except onTuesdays, when your team gets the early slot. Practice schedules are identical for the most part, with the exception of the next couple of weeks while they finish working on your field.”
“Hmph.” The noise slides up my throat.
“It’s okay. You can be impressed.” He grins.
“I am impressed.” I narrow my gaze on his. “Impressed that you can read,” I quickly add.
He laughs at that. Like full-on, tips his head back and laughs, his entire body shaking with the action as the sound carries over the various voices filling the room.
I am momentarily transfixed by the sight. I can’t say I’ve ever seen him laugh so openly, the smile on his face so beautiful it almost hurts to behold it.
“Something funny, Mr. Stewart?”
My attention snaps to the front of the class where Professor Langdon is sitting behind his desk, looking up at Macallan over his glasses, which have slid about halfway down the bridge of his nose.
“Apologies, Professor.” Laughter still vibrates his words.
“Perhaps less messing around and more working?” Professor Langdon suggests.
Macallan simply nods, waiting until our professor’s attention returns to his own computer before speaking again.
“Your place or mine?” he asks, his smile reappearing at the way my eyes widen at his question. “For the assignment, Mais.” He shakes his head. “Such a dirty mind.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I sneer. “And how about we meet at the library?” I suggest, knowing there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to take this man to my room and I sure as heck am not going to his.
“Library is too quiet and we need a place we can openlydiscuss the material.” He disagrees with a slight shake of his head, causing his dark hair to fall across his forehead.
I have to resist the urge to reach out and push the strand away, silently cursing myself for even thinking it.
“We could meet in the Rotunda.”
“Too many people.”
“What do you suggest then? Other than your room, which isn’t happening, so don’t suggest it again.”
“Scared to be alone with me?”
“Why would that scare me?”
“Maybe you’re afraid you’ll be tempted to repeat what happened the last time you were there.” He gives me a knowing look, which makes my skin flush, despite the disgust I hold onto with a vise grip.
“You wish.”
“Perhaps I do.”
I shake off his attempt to rile me.
“What about the football stadium? We could sit up in the stands.”
“If the weather allows it, that could work.” He agrees with a stiff nod.
“Well, if it doesn’t, we’ll have to make either the library or the Rotunda work. Dorm rooms are not an option,” I reiterate, just to make sure he doesn’t try to suggest it again.
“You’re not nearly as fun as I remember.” He crosses his arms over his broad, muscular chest.
“Good. Because this isn’t supposed to be fun.” I turn back to my laptop and pull up my schedule.
