He moved down the aisle like he did not understand the concept of being watched because being watched had been his natural state since birth.
Girls noticed.
Of course they did.
A blonde near the aisle actually sat up straighter. Another girl whispered something to her friend and touched her hair. Someone behind me said, “He’s huge,” under her breath.
Drew ignored all of it.
His eyes found mine, and that ridiculous mouth curved.
My pulse made a deeply embarrassing choice.
He dropped into the seat beside me without asking.
“There’s no room,” I said.
He set one coffee in front of me. “That again?”
“This seat was taken.”
“By me.”
“I was reserving it for peace and my backpack.”
“Peace sounds boring.” He pushed the paper bag toward me. “Blueberry muffin. Don’t argue. You looked murdery in your story.”
“I didn’t post a story.”
“Lana did.”
I slowly turned my head toward him. “You follow my roommate?”
“She followed me first. I’m polite.”
“You are many things. Polite is not one of them.”
His smile widened. “Drink your coffee, Calloway.”
I looked down at the cup. My order was written on the side.
Correctly.
I did not like that.
I especially did not like that I liked it.
“You know my coffee order?”
“Baby, I’m gonna know everything about you.”
“Creepy.”
“Observant.”
“Same thing when men do it.”
He leaned closer, voice dropping just enough that the girls in front of us could still probably strain to hear. “Baby, if I were being creepy, you’d know.”
