“We still getting together tonight?” he asks once we’re both seated and Skov is trying to con more people into giving their presentation early. “We have a lot to catch up on.”
“You’re right. Like where you were earlier today.” I let my emotions shine through, my irritation obvious.
It doesn’t even faze him.
“I can’t talk about that now. Maybe later? Like tonight?”
This is a moment of truth. Agreeing to see him later means our “relationship” is most likely going to progress.
Sexually.
Am I ready for it? Is this what I really want?
“I’ve missed you,” he adds when I still haven’t said anything.
I lean in closer to him, not wanting other people to hear me. “I can’t believe you brought up the lollipops.”
“Blow Pops are now officially my favorite candy.” He’s smiling. Actually, it’s more like he’s—
Grinning.
“It was embarrassing,” I whisper.
“No one caught on, Birdy. Don’t worry about it.” He slouches in his seat, something he does often, and I hate to admit it but, he does it really well. Why do I find his sprawling so attractive? “You’re cute when you blush.”
“You used to hate me. Is that why you still torture me?”
“I don’t hate you anymore,” he murmurs, his gaze warm. “I actually kind of like you.”
I arch a brow. “Only kind of?”
“Do you still hate me?” he asks, avoiding my question.
“When you do stuff like drag me up in front of the classroom and mention one of my most embarrassing moments, yes.” I sniff.
“Most embarrassing? Really? I thought it was hot.”
I’m growing hotter just thinking about it.
“Been thinking a lot about a repeat performance,” he continues. “Though we don’t have to involve candy this time.”
I glance down at my desk, letting my hair fall forward. I’ve been thinking about doing it again too. I’ve been curious about his body. As in, I want to see it.
All of it.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” he teases.
Turning toward him, I brush my hair away from my face. “You know I’m shy.”
“Shy and sexy. A good girl with a secret bad side. I like that about you, Birdy.”
“Really?”
He nods. Changes the subject. “I wish we could get out of here for the weekend.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I’m sick of this place.” His voice drips with disgust. “It’s been a rough week. Today was brutal.”