“Do you think you will have sex?” he asks. “Like proper sex?”
My face ignites, burning hot against the icy air, even as my pulse rockets. “None of your fucking business, Zak.”
He presses his lips together and I almost laugh at the sight, knowing he has a thousand questions he wants to ask. The thing is, I don’t have answers for him. It’s not like Wes and I discuss a schedule. I have no idea how these things work. When I dragged him to the Den over the weekend, I was planning on sucking him off, but I hadn’t thought any further. I suggested going to my room that night, but Wes said he did honestly need to go home and finish an assignment. It didn’t feel like he was running though, and we spent a good twenty minutes or so making out before he left.
A smile creeps over my face at the thought, and beside me Zak huffs a heavy sigh. “What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head and pushes open the front door to the Den. Conversation over.
* * *
For my meeting with Wes, I decide to risk it and break the rules. We agreed to meet in the dining halls, but I head there early and grab us both some food before heading to his room. I might have checked his schedule to see whether he had a class beforehand. It’s risky. I mean, he might still have something before our meeting, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
If he’s having our meetings in public so we don’t get distracted, that’s fine. I won’t let us get distracted. But it would be nice to touch him or have the option of kissing him while we work.
I can control myself.
I think.
Ezekiel West halls are busy, and someone lets me in almost immediately. If it wasn’t for the fact that pretty much everyone at school knows who I am, I’d worry about security.
By the time I reach Wes’ floor, my heart is thudding in my throat. If he hates this idea, we can always take the food back to the dining halls and eat there, but I’m really hoping that’s not what happens. Steeling myself, I bang on the door with my elbow.
Wes opens the door a second later, surprise flaring behind his glasses as he looks from me to the pile of food in my arms. “I thought we were meeting at half past in the dining halls.”
“We were,” I say, eyeing his navy sweatpants and baggy white tee. “But I thought we might be more comfortable here. That okay?”
Wes stares at me. “We have a lot of work to do.”
“I know.” I try really hard not to roll my eyes. “I can control myself.”
His lips twitch. “Are you sure?”
“Sure I’m not going to throw myself on your dick immediately? Yeah.”
Wes’ eyes widen ever so slightly and I’m sure he can see the pink rising on my cheeks, but he sighs and steps back to let me in.
We’ve eaten together a few times now, so I have a decent idea of what he likes, and when I hand him his sandwich, he smiles appreciatively. “Thanks.”
I move to sit down on his bed, but he reaches out and catches the front of my jacket, pulling me to him. My eyes widen in surprise, but then he kisses me, and all of my bones turn to mush. Before it gets too heated, he gently pushes me away and sits down on his desk chair, pulling his laptop toward him. I stand there, swaying a little, before sinking onto the bed.
“I’ve had a lot of emails back from the people we reached out to,” Wes says, unwrapping his sandwich. “And it’s all the big prizes, too, which is great.”
Nodding, I try to fight through the haze his kiss has left me in. I promised him I could control myself, but now I’m starting to have doubts.
“You okay?” Wes asks, his mouth twitching.
I swallow hard, reaching for my own sandwich. “Yeah. Great.”
“If you can stay focused for like, an hour, we might have a bit of time to make out before my next class.” Wes takes a bite of his sandwich as I stare at him.
Part of me wants to laugh him off and pretend that’s not what’s going on here, that I’m just a bit tired from classes and the gym, but I know he’ll see right through it. Besides, I don’t want to lie. I want to climb Wes like a fucking tree.
“Come on, then,” I say, gesturing to the laptop and snapping my fingers. “More working, less talking.”
Wes laughs, and it’s glorious. I’ve heard him chuckle before, but this full-blown laugh is deep and rich, reverberating through my bones and lighting up my goddamn soul.
As we work our way through the list of donors Wes reached out to, both alumnae and current parents, asking them to donate prizes for the blind auction, the things they’ve offered have my jaw hanging open. Private jet hire, holiday homes on tropical islands, signed sports memorabilia . . . Someone has even offered to donate a Tesla. It’s easy to forget who I go to school with sometimes. My dad makes more than decent money as a well-respected physician, and Jacey and I have never wanted for anything, but some people at Franklin West are stupid rich.