Page 64 of Forever Defiant
The butterflies in my stomach shouldn’t be swooping around like that. I was not someone who got butterflies in her stomach. In fact, the only fluttering my stomach should be doing was warning me that it was about to vomit.
“Baby,” I whispered, raising up a little. “You kiss me again without my permission, and I’ll make it so you get calledDustinanext time you’re in a locker room.”
The bastard snickered. “Dustina?” He laughed, taking a step back. “That’s funny.” He grinned at me. “You’re funny, Peterson.”
Whatever.
“You kissed me because you thought your coach saw us?” It was time to get back to the matter at hand.
“Yeah.” He nodded, looking back at the top of the path. “I’m sure it was him, and considering I got warned to stay away from you this afternoon, I think being seen with you may be a problem.” He looked back at me. “You got somewhere?”
“You’re not coming home with me,” I told him flatly.
He rolled his eyes. “Obviously.” He shuddered.
Shuddered.
My back teeth ground against each other. “Did you justshudder?”
He shrugged impatiently. “Can we move this along?”
“You have more to tell me?”
“No, I just enjoy your company.”
“And you said I was the funny one,” I snarked. “I have an area I like in the library, it’s on the second floor. Back of the philosophy section. It’s got one chair, and smells kinda funky...”
“And this is where you go to relax?” he asked me doubtfully.
“Fuck you, Slater. Just meet me there in five minutes, okay?” I started to walk away. “Wait, this is definitely worth my time?” I asked him. “It’s more than grade coasting?”
“It’s more than that,” he conceded reluctantly.
“Good. I’d hate for the last twenty minutes to be a waste of my time.” I turned and walked away from him. His hand grabbed my arm. “What?” I snapped.
“Phone,” he demanded.
“Why?”
“So you can tell me if the weird-smelling nook you covet is empty or not.”
Oh, well, that made sense. I handed my phone over, and he punched in his number.
“I resent the termcovetin that context,” I muttered when he handed my phone back to me. I pressed call, then canceled the call. “Now you’ve got mine.” I stepped back. “Five minutes, Slater.”
I pretended I didn’t hear his mumbled “Can’t wait” as I walked away.
The library was busy, and I had a sinking suspicion my nook was going to be occupied when I got there. It was, and I grumbled about being right all the time.
My phone buzzed with a text.
Sexy AFWR: Well?
Me: What does this name mean? Sexy what? Also no.
Sexy AFWR: sexy as fuck wide receiver
Me: There’s something wrong with you
