“You hit him with pharmacology notes.”
“And I’d do it again.”
Dylan’s mouth almost twitched.
Almost.
I folded my arms, hiding the cuff fully under my sleeve. “I said I didn’t want Dylan.”
Nate shrugged, “We were the closest on our way back from a run up north. Pretty boy here wanted to stop in Santa Monica to get his favorite Thai. Or maybe that was his excuse just to be in your zip code..”
Dylan rolled his eyes, “Coastal Thai is next level. I’d marry Grandma Basil if she’d have me.”
“Hmmm.” Lily took it all in, looking between us. I’d told her everything about me except Dylan. Dylan was a secret in my heart that I kept close and cherished.
Dylan looked at Lily. “You’re her roommate?”
“Best friend,” Lily corrected.
His gaze softened slightly. “Good.”
“Don’t sound so relieved. I’m judging all of you.”
“Fair.”
Lily adjusted her glasses and looked him up and down. “You must be the reason.”
“What?”
“The reason Destiny here has a problem committing to Daniel Dugatti. He’s hot. ripped. Pre-med and nuts about her.”
Dylan smirked.
“And she’s definitely the reason he won’t commit to Georgia.”Nate chuckled.
“Who’s Georgia?” I snapped. Hurt, anger and jealousy rising in me lie a twister of bad feelings getting ready to rage.
Dylan’s eyes swept over me as a hint of crimson crept up his neck. Hi s beard had grown back and he’s shoulders were more muscular. New ink winded around his thick biceps and then continued up one side of his neck. I didn’t know these. I wanted to trace themwith my index finger.
He’s mine.
My soul cried while my heart demanded we don’t lose him.
His eyes were the problem.
They held too much. Heat. Regret. Relief. The kind of ache that made me want to step closer just to see if he would still step back.
He would.
That was the worst part.
I knew he would.
“You should get back to campus,” he said.
There it was.
The wall.
