I shifted on the mattress, my fingers diving under the sheet to cup her tight ass. “Why? It’s Friday,” I replied, stifling a groan. She wasn’t wearing shorts, just lacy panties.
Fucking hell. She’s torturing me.
“And some of us have class on Friday,” she said, the tip of her finger drawing mindlessly over the tattoo covering my chest.
My muscles responded to her touch, jumping under the skin as her nails passed by. “What the fuck for? Isn’t Monday through Thursday enough?”
“Josie and Ainsley are gone.” Her hand stopped moving, and she tapped her fingers over my heart like a thought just occurred to her. “You haven’t answered my question.”
I blinked. “There was a question?”
A bit of the light in her eyes dimmed. “What happened last night?”
My chest rose as I inhaled, holding it before letting it out in a long release. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Understanding softened her gray eyes. I had so many demons that could keep me up at night, but she guessed which one it had been last night. “Still doesn’t explain how you got inside my dorm. Not that I’m complaining.”
She was too fucking quick in the morning. “Kenna let me in.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Why didn’t you just call me?”
Fuck. I couldn’t rat out Kenna. “I had a little incident with my phone last night,” I explained.
Her eyes narrowed as she sat up between my legs in the center of the bed. “What kind of incident?”
“It ran into my wall.”
A small frown appeared. “Micah.”
Sitting up, I scrubbed a hand through my hair. “I might have helped it run into the wall. That’s not the point. I’m getting a new one today, so don’t worry.”
A muffled voice came from the other side of the room. “I swear, you better not have your hand on his dick,” Kenna warned, sounding like she had her head under the blanket.
My lips twitched.
“Kenna!” Mads shrieked and then laughed, color staining her cheeks.
“What? Are you saying it isn’t a possibility?” Kenna proclaimed, her head popping out from the covers. Mads remained silent, neither confirming nor denying, and Kenna added, “My point exactly. And eww. I’m taking a shower. Finish whatever you started before I get out.”
“Oh my God, Kenna! Nothing is happening,” Mads insisted, dropping her head onto my chest.
Kenna rolled out of bed, grabbed some clothes, and padded to the bathroom. “Yet,” she replied as she shut the door.
Mads waited until the shower turned on. “You’re not going to tell me what got you so pissed off that you tossed your phone across the room, are you?”
That would be a big fat no. She didn’t need to know that Sterling was sending me her nude pics. Perhaps I should send him some back of my own. A few dick pics? The idea made a smirk pull at the corner of my mouth, which I promptly tried to hide because Mads was suddenly looking at me weird. I cleared my throat. “In fact, I should probably get ready and go pick up that phone,” I said, wiggling my way out from under her and to the edge of the bed.
She stayed under the sheets, watching me as I scoured the floor for my shirt.Where the fuck did I toss it?
“Don’t touch anything. If you move it, I won’t find it again,” she explained in a way that only made sense to her.
I shot her an exasperated look. “Can you find my shirt, then?”
A playful gleam entered her expression. “Do you really need one?”
My fingers encircled her ankle, tugging her toward the edge of the bed. I dropped my hands to either side of her head on the mattress, leaning over her. “How much time do we have?” I asked, staring at her mouth.
She giggled, and I realized how much I missed hearing her laugh. The last two weeks had been hard for her, and Sterling would pay for the stress he caused her. I planned to end this… for Mads.