“Need help?” I asked.
The girl whipped around in her tennis shoes and her wallet flew out of her pocket, along with her phone. Something in a small tube, too. Possibly lip gloss. She crouched back down to try and collect the rolling tube as it threatened to hide underneath the massive white car.
I stopped it with my boot.
“There,” I said.
Her fingers reached out for it and I noticed how delicate they were. They looked soft, like feathers on a duck’s back. I drew in another long pull from my cigarette before she gripped that little tube. And when she stood back up, she started coughing as her head shot straight into the cloud of smoke wafting away from my face.
“I don’t need help, thanks.”
Her voice was soft. Her eyes didn’t quite meet mine. I bent down anyway and picked up her wallet while she scrambled for her phone. A phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing. No doubt her parents, who I had seen leave only minutes before she emerged from her dorm room.
I peeked into the car and saw another girl staring at me with a grin on her face.
“Hey there, handsome,” she said.
I nodded, but didn’t say anything.
The girl with the tree trunk hair waved her hand in her face before she coughed again. My eyes slowly slid down her body, drinking in her languid movements. Her neck, straight and graceful. Her arms, softly toned. Her T-shirt, clinging softly to her chest and slipping to the top of her jeans. Where it was haphazardly tucked in before her legs took over the show.
I liked her legs.
Which meant I’d like her ass, too.
“This your dorm?” I asked.
“Sure is, bucko,” the girl in the car said.
I ignored her as my eyes met the bright brown eyes of the girl in front of me. And as they met my green ones, she nodded.
But she didn’t speak.
“Need anything else taken upstairs?” I asked.
“No,” she finally said.
“Actually, there is one more suitcase back here,” the girl in the car said.
“Hannah, shut up. No, I don’t need your help.”
“It’s a big one, too. I don’t think I can carry it.”
“I can. I’ll get it upstairs.”
“We really could use your--”
“We don’t need your help,” the girl said curtly.
I sucked on my cigarette, inhaling the smoke as it filled my lungs. Then I let the butt fall from my mouth before I blew the smoke into the air. The girl in front of me waved her hand around, coughing and sputtering as she backed up. And it gave me enough time to reach for the door beside me and rip it open.
“Hey! I don’t need your help,” she said.
I looked into the back seat and saw a small suitcase sitting on the floorboard. Hell, it looked more like a toiletry bag than anything else. I quirked an eyebrow at this Hannah girl. The one with the big jewelry and the thick cheeks that peaked like apples the broader she smiled.
“See? Suitcase,” she said.
“I’ve got it,” the girl behind me insisted.