“Promise me you’ll stay away from him,” he whispered, his breath warm and ticklish on my skin. “At least until I get some answers.”
Rubbing my cheek against the just-scratchy surface of his face, I replied, “I promise.”
The words rolled off my tongue before I even contemplated what I’d agreed to, or how hard it might be to avoid Sterling Weston.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
My phone’s alarm went off, rumbling on the nightstand. Without opening my eyes, I reached out, fumbling for my phone. It took a few tries, but eventually, my fingers landed on the vibrating device. I quickly silenced the alarm and dropped the phone onto the bed.
Five more minutes.That was what I told myself every day, and yet five often turned into ten and then twenty. I’d been late to school many times due to thisfail-safepractice.
Yet something nagged at the back of my mind, an echo of the annoying ring from my alarm, telling me I had to get up. I groaned, rubbing my hand over my eyes. They slowly opened, and the dull ache behind them reminded me where I went and what I did last night.
I checked the clock, trying to remember what day it was. Thursday?
Fuck!
I blinked at the blurry time on my phone. There had to be a mistake. I had class in thirty minutes. And… I glanced at the rumpled bed, the tan, firm body tangled in the sheets with me. His dark blond head rested on the navy pillowcase.
This wasn’t my dorm.
And that meant I didn’t have any of my stuff. No clean clothes. No toothbrush. No deodorant.
Fuck!
Not only would I have to wear the clothes I’d worn to a party last night, but I also didn’t even have time to at least shower. Smelling like a guy all day was the least of my worries. I needed my laptop. This trend of starting the school year off on the wrong foot every day had to stop. The universe couldn’t possibly be against me that much. At some point, the odds had to swing in my favor.
Right?
One thing was certain—sitting around in Micah’s room definitely wouldn’t make time stop or turn back. If I planned on making it to any of my classes this week, I needed to move my ass now.
Tossing back the covers, I rolled out of bed, eyes scouring the floor for my clothes. I vaguely remembered Micah loaning me one of his T-shirts to sleep in. We hadn’t slept together, just shared a bed. He was notorious for being the world’s best cuddler.
Speaking of the big teddy bear… He groaned from the sudden movement of the mattress and the loss of my weight. I snatched my jeans off the floor and tugged them on as I peeked over at him. Big fucking mistake.
Micah first thing in the morning, all sleepy and nearly naked, was a sight to behold. My heart fluttered in my chest, and for a split second, I wanted to crawl back into the bed with him.
Half-lidded light blue eyes lifted to my face, lips curling just enough for the dimples to peek at his cheeks. “Where do you think you’re going?”
God, no. Not the fucking dimples.I shook free the stirrings of desire. “To class.” I dragged my gaze away from the bed, looking for my shirt.
“Too early,” he mumbled. “Need more sleep and snuggles.”
I rolled my eyes, quickly backing away from the bed to avoid the hand Micah stretched toward me. I knew his tricks. If I let him pull me back into his arms, I wouldn’t leave this room for another hour or more.
Not today.
I was getting to that class even if it killed me—and leaving a shirtless Micah in bed was close to dying. Finding my shirt under the one he’d worn last night, I grabbed it and padded toward the bathroom. “I need to borrow your laptop and some toothpaste. You don’t have class, right?”
“What time is it?” he mumbled, having rolled onto his back.
“Almost ten,” I replied before shutting myself into the bathroom.
“Who the fuck schedules class so early? I swear, woman, you are not human.” His complaint came through the closed door, and my lips twitched as I peed. Micah was not a morning person.
I didn’t particularly like getting up early but hated wasting my day even more. Once I got out of bed and usually had a cup of coffee, I was good to go. Today would be one of those days I’d have to forgo the coffee, and in a few hours, my body would be regretting the lack of caffeine. I’d just stop and get something from a vendor after class.
Tossing on my shirt, I left Micah’s on the bathroom counter and opened the door. “That means you’re dating an alien.”