My mouth twitched despite being caught red-handed. “I spent the night with the guy I’m seeing, but it’s new, so…”
Her head bobbed. “Noted. I’m happy you’re getting laid. Every girl deserves a good dicking now and then.”
My teeth dug into my bottom lip. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her it was Amir. But then I remembered how pissed she’d been when she found out about our wholeGosituation last semester and decided to hold off. I wasn’t ready for our bubble to burst.
“It was really good,” I agreed.
She patted my knee. “I’m happy for you, but I’m also seething with jealousy since my sex life is beyond pitiful. How about we don’t go into detail, okay? I’m two seconds from saying fuck it, shaving the back of my head, and learning to love eating pussy. The orgasms have to be better when they’re coming from a woman, right?”
My eyes went round. I had no answer to that. Fortunately, she didn’t want one, picking up her paper and moving back into position like it had never happened. I took that opportunity to escape to my room.
The first thing I did was go in the bathroom and inspect the damage Amir had done. I gasped at the reflection of my bruise-mottled neck. Amir’s sweet kisses didn’t seem quite so sweet anymore.
I snapped a picture and texted it to him.
Me:Why?
MyCaptor:Pretty.
Me:This isn’t nice. The whole side of my neck is black and blue. I bruise really easily.
MyCaptor:I’ll remember that next time. Did I hurt you?
Me:You didn’t. You annoyed me.
MyCaptor:Annoyed I can live with. Hurt, nah, not so much.
Me:I’m not hurt. I’m going to shower. Xoxo
MyCaptor:XXX
“If you keep staring at me, I’m going to think you want to fuck.”
My teeth dug into my bottom lip to hold back a grin. Amir was studying, and I was too…sort of. It was hard to concentrate when he smelled so good and the sun streaming in through the kitchen window hit his bare chest, highlighting the golden tones of his skin. And when he glowered at me over his textbook, he got a spark in his midnight eyes that reminded me of the North Star.
“I want you to study.” I closed my book. “I know how difficult Krasinski’s class is.”
He nodded to my book. “And you’re not studying anymore? You’re going to sit there and distract me?”
I snarled at him. He chuckled. I’d yet to figure out how to intimidate this man, but that was okay. I didn’t really want to.
“I need to stretch my legs. I can’t think if I sit for too long.”
Normally, if I was engrossed enough, I could study for hours without moving. But nothing was more interesting to me than Amir. Luckily for me, he was a much better student than I was. Instead of going to the library during the week, I’d taken to coming to his house. Julien and Marco were usually out, so it was quiet. Just the two of us. Alone, with lots of beds and flat surfaces and perfect sunlight.
I never thought it would turn out thatIwas the problem.
Amir ignored me while I stared. At least…I thought he was ignoring me until his shoulders started shaking.
“What’s wrong?”
He put his book down, laughing silently. “You, mama. You keep looking at me. Weren’t you going to take a walk? Stretch your legs?”
“Can I play the piano?”
That was my second favorite thing about coming to Amir’s house. The first was pretty damn obvious since I was mildly obsessed with him.
The piano belonged to Julien, and he had no trouble sharing it with me. That was…after he’d watched me play and deemed me fit enough to use his prized possession.