Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 14
GRAY
Andrew: Have you decided yet?
I bit the inside of my cheek as I saw the text.
A flutter of excitement hit my chest.
Can’t even get a text from him without a little burst of excitement.
So. Screwed.
Gray: Use your words.
Have you decided if you’re willing to go on a date with me?
I closed the laptop in front of me in the library. The place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and while I usually liked silence when I was writing, it felt deafening, right now.
All day, I’d been rewatching the little news clip video of Andrew and Luke on my laptop, playing the audio over my headphones.
I’d try to go back to my article.
Then end up looking at the video again instead.
When I was in high school, I used to get hopeless crushes all the time, but…
Fuck me.
I’d never felt anything as intense as this.
It was almost midnight now, and I’d barely been able to focus all night.
Is our date going to be me coming up to your bedroom and giving you my cock? If so, yes.
No. It’s going to be you, coming as my date, to the fall formal party.
I almost just tossed my phone out the library window.
Of course you’re in the library at 11:52 pm.
I work hard to be a straight-A student.
I stared at my phone idly for a few more minutes before realizing he wasn’t going to respond.
It was for the better.
I have less than two weeks now to complete this article, and I still have no fucking clue what my angle is.
How was I supposed to sum up Andrew Peachel or the TNU Tempests?
I didn’t want to just sum them up, anyway.
I wanted to write an article that people actually wanted to read. It would be so easy to just pop out a puff piece like everyone expected in college papers.
But I couldn’t do it.
Call it integrity or call it blind, dumb stubbornness.
It was me.
I reopened my laptop, forcing myself to look at my notes again.
And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a door swing open, and someone walking over toward me.
I glanced up and my heart did a little flip in my chest.
“Andrew,” I whispered as he walked over toward me.
He had his backpack slung over one of his shoulders, and he was in a big gray hoodie that somehow made him look even cuter than usual.
“I should have known you’d be here,” he whispered, sitting down in the seat next to me.
He smelled good.
And God, he was a sight for sore eyes. His dimples, his soft hair, his fucking gorgeous lips as he gave me a little smile.
Crushes are fucking infuriating.
“How did you get here so fast?” I whispered.
“I was next door. History library.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Peachel, were you studying?”
“Can you believe it?”
“I’m amazed.”
“I really want to do well in the Roman Empire class,” he whispered. “Maybe I just want you to be proud of me.”
My cock was responding to that, which was very awkward in a library setting.
I put my laptop away and nodded toward the door. “Come outside with me so we don’t have to whisper.”
“Only if you agree to go on a date with me.”
“Peach, fuck off.”
“What if I say please?” he asked, giving me a look that fucking wrecked me. “What if I beg? What if I promise to make it worth your while?”
“You’re not going to let me say no, are you?”
His eyes widened and he smiled. “Oh my God, you’re actually going to do it.”
I sighed, grabbing my stuff.
I headed out onto the quad. The air was chilly, and the crickets sang out in the night air.
Andrew followed after me. The reflected moonlight looked so good on his skin. He was as beautiful as a marble statue.
“Swear you’re about to skip, you’re so giddy looking,” I told him. “Wipe that smile off your face.”
“Kiss me and I might.”
I stopped on the walkway outside the library, putting my hand on the side of his face.
I leaned in and kissed him without thinking too long about it.
I am so fucking screwed, around you.
His kiss instantly brought my cock to fully hard. Just being around him was enough now to get me reacting that way, like I was the one who was a dutiful dog, happy just to be in his presence.
Happy.
When was the last time I described myself like that?
He kissed me deeply, then moved to pepper the side of my face with more tiny kisses.
“It’s a formal party. We have to dress nice,” he said.
“What makes you think I’m a good date for a formal party, anyway? You really want me to be your date, around all your football friends? Isn’t Coach Ennick going to be pissed if you’re dating the article writer?”
“No. He’ll probably jump for joy if he finds out.”