Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
I guarantee I didn’t deter him by running out and ignoring him after.
No, if his string of unanswered calls and messages tells me anything, it’s quite the opposite, which only makes shit harder.
I wanted time, and then I erased it at the first feel of his erection. Now I have to start over in order to figure out what the fuck it is I’m after here.
I pick up my phone for the first time today and open my and Alister’s message thread, but I don’t read over them. I back out and, with one long inhale, swipe my finger to the left.
I delete the entire thing.
And then I ditch class on Thursday, fully aware that Friday morning, the entire Avix U football team will be loading up on a bus for an away game, and he’ll be on it.
Alister
She’s avoiding me. I’ve called her a dozen times, texted her twice as many, and the girl either turned off her read receipts or she isn’t even opening my messages.
I don’t blame her, but I think it’s fair to want to have a conversation after Saturday night when she blew my damn mind.
Man, having her in my arms again felt right. For the first time in months, I was able to forget about all the other bullshit that is my life, and it had nothing to do with alcohol. That might be what settled her nerves when I first approached her on the dance floor, the same way it was what made me decide to go to her at the risk of getting smacked upside the head—if not by her-damn-self, then by her helicopter friends. Not saying it’s bad to have a gang of people looking out for you, it’s just not something I’m used to.
The door to her dorm building opens for the hundredth time this morning, and my lungs swell in anticipation, only to deflate when, yet again, the person who steps out isn’t the right shade of blond.
I look down at my phone to check the time.
Shit. If I don’t take off now, I’ll be late to the bus, and if Coach has to delay our departure time because of me, that will be a whole different kind of a disaster.
Sighing, I shove to my feet, stuffing my phone in my pocket and hauling my overnight duffel off the grass. With one last glance up at the window that I know is hers, I head in the opposite direction.
The only thing that keeps me from turning back around and sweet-talking my way into the building is the fact that she can’t hide from me forever. I’ve got her entire schedule memorized, know all her favorite places on campus, and I’m not afraid of a little coercion if it comes down to it.
One way or another, we’re going to talk about what Saturday night means.
And I refuse to believe that the answer to that is a resounding nothing.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cameron
It’s been a good Monday, which is saying something considering I hate waking up to an alarm, hate having to get ready right when I wake up, and hate long lines at the coffee shop.
Today was great, though. I woke up before my alarm—something that never happens but is attributed to my lazy ass not getting off the couch all day yesterday and falling asleep “for the night” around four in the afternoon.
I was showered before Ari, so I didn’t have to bang on the door to tell her to hurry the hell up and the café’s mobile order is thankfully still on, so I slid past the line, feeling like that meme where the hyenas snarl at the little lioness as she sashays by with a smile.
My professor canceled my first class, so I went to the childcare center early, and all the little ones were in the happiest of moods today. So yeah, it’s been a nearly epic Monday as far as Mondays go.
That should have been my sign the world was not in order and I needed to brace for what the moon had coming.
I hear him before I see him and clench my eyes closed.
“Have you seen Cameron?” he asks, getting right to the point.
Damn it. The way I don’t want to deal with him right now.
Leaning over the pretty pink sink in the Sigma sorority kitchen, I peek out the small window facing the front yard, and sure enough, there he is in all his glory, Ari and Paige standing before him.
I grin when my girls cross their arms, Ari looking away, ignoring him completely, while Paige is too damn poised to be so direct about it. But she does bring a smile to my face when she hits his ass with the best glare she can muster. Honestly? “Needs work, girl,” I muse, hopping up a bit to put a knee on the countertop so I can damn near press my ear to the glass to eavesdrop.