Beau smirks when he glances at Carter and sees him rubbing his shoulder. “One thing’s for sure—the longer they run their mouths, the worse the next ass-kicking will be. They need to pay for all the bullshit with Daphne and for dragging my brother into it.”
I nod. “I appreciate it, man.”
Beau shrugs like it’s nothing. “My parents were in today, too, and they called Griff out of French class. After hearing his side of things, they weren’t concerned.”
“Our meeting was pretty fucked up. Dad immediately got on my case for being violent without even asking for my side of the story. Didn’t give a fuck that an innocent girl was being dragged through the mud or harassed by those assholes.”
Xander’s jaw twitches. “That fucking sucks.”
“Pretty much what I said before I bolted. After I left, my parents donated a nice, hefty sum for the damage done to Daphne’s locker, then texted to tell me to keep my nose clean from here on out.” I grit my teeth. “The way those assholes keep talking, I’m not sure that’s gonna be possible.”
Xander side-eyes me. “I’m surprised your parents even showed up.”
“You and me both.”
Beau gives me a sly grin and shoves my shoulder. “This may be a dumb question, but you and Sweetness, huh? It’s serious?”
“Serious as a heart attack. And hotter than a volcanic eruption.”
“You look at her like she’s an ice cream sundae and you want to dive in face-first.” Xander shakes his head, laughing, before he jerks it in the direction of the locker room. “We’ll see you when you’re done with your laps.”
Finally finished running, I shower quickly, wrap a towel around my waist, and dig through my duffel, hunting for my phone. That talk of Daphne and ice cream sundaes had sent my mind careening back to the study room in the library this morning. I need to see her again.
I’ve got a semi remembering how it went down. Pun fucking intended. She’d been nervous at first, I could tell, but one lick of my tongue through her soft, pink flesh made her lose control. She was so hot writhing on that tabletop and panting out my name. I never dreamed Daph would let me eat her out where we could have so easily gotten busted.
And then she’d ridden my dick like a champ, and I swear I’d thought my head was going to implode. Hard to say if it was extra good because of the risk or because I was so desperate to get inside my girl again. Either way, when we’re together, we’re fire.
Me:I really need to see you.
Daphne:Everything okay?
Me:Yeah. I miss kissing your sweet lips.
Me:And other delicious parts.
Daphne:Micah! Keep it PG.
Me:I was in the shower just now thinking about how you helped me out in the study room.
Me:The physics of it, you know? Interactions between objects. Motion.
Me:I’m having an issue in my towel over here.
Me:Was that PG enough?
Daphne:Not sure. But I’m fanning myself. I like it when you talk like a sexy nerd.
Me:I was going to pull you outside at lunch to see what else we could study, but you looked like you were deep in conversation with Scarlett.
Me:Didn’t want to get in the way of girl-bonding time.
Daphne: Aren’t you sweet. We were talking about the AP Gov test.
Daphne:I’d be interested in having you tutor me in whatever subject you’d like.
Daphne:;)
Me:Fuck me. You can’t talk to me like that when I’m only wearing a towel in a locker room full of dudes.
Me:Would it be okay if I stopped by your place?
Several minutes go by before a response comes in.
Daphne:Sorry. At the bookstore helping out. Was ringing someone up.
Daphne:Maybe tomorrow?
Me:You’re killing me.