She leaned in, bringing her lips close to my ear. “Jealous, baby.”
“What’s he doing here?”
Her face turned up to mine. “He works during the week too. I bet he's not the only classmate of ours here.”
“He’s the only one sitting beside you.”
Her hand fell on my upper thigh and squeezed. “You’re sitting beside me, aren’t you?”
I stared at her, thinking about what she’d do if I pushed her on her back and shoved my hand down her tiny shorts. Her fingers touched my lips.
“Don’t kiss me, dude.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
“You were.”
I took a blueberry from her basket and slipped it between her lips. She smiled, giving me a taste of her softness.
“Thanks for the berries. I never buy them because they’re way too expensive for my blood.” She put another one in her mouth. “Thank you.” Soft, low, quiet, just for me.
“You’re welcome.”
The show started, and from the parts I paid attention to, it was good. Helen sat up, cross-legged, spine straight, rapt. I might’ve watched her more than the people on stage. And kept my eye on Lachlan, who was more laid back and relaxed on his blanket than a motherfucker that size had any room to be.
Intermission came, and Helen stretched out on her back. “Okay, I like this. Is this how rich people live? Shakespeare in the park with berries?”
“The tickets were ten dollars each, Tiger.”
Her lids lowered. “Some of us don’t have ten dollars to spare. Or the time to watch a play in a park.”
Lachlan shifted, so he was leaning back on his hands. “Had to take the day off work for this.”
Helen shook her finger at him. “See? Luckily, I work nights, otherwise I would have been screwed.”
“Where do you work?” I asked Lachlan.
“Maintenance and mechanics on campus. I take care of the vehicles and machinery,” he answered.
I peered down at Helen. “See how easy that was? I asked where he worked, he told me.”
Lachlan cocked his head, eyes on Helen. “Where do you work, girl?”
She tucked her hands behind her head, drawing her shirt up to just below her tits. Her stomach was as sexy as her legs, defined muscles and a tiny, round belly button.
“Sorry, Lock. I don’t want you peering in the windows either.”
He raised a brow. “I don’t peer.”
A laugh burst out of her. “No, I don’t suppose you do.”
I stretched out on my side next to her, laying my hand in the center of her stomach. Her head turned my way, but she didn’t protest my touch.
“I’m still deciding if I like you,” she murmured.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. So, if I decide I do, I’ll tell you where I work. It’s not a state secret or anything. It’s just, you know, I’m still thinking on you. Okay?”