I slip from the bed, when I suddenly remember one other little detail.
Right, I have no clothes. Which means I need to actually leave like now to get back to the dorms and get dressed for class in my uniform. And somehow, I need to do this creeping back in wearing a trench coat and stilettos. Yeah, not suspicious or scandalizing at all.
I groan as I walk to the door in my shorts and t-shirt Colton leant me, holding my coat, shoes, and purse. But when I open the door, I stop short. There, folded on the floor, is a pair of Winchester Academy girls running shorts, a Winchester hoodie, and even a pair of flip flops. Slowly, I smile.
I head downstairs holding everything, my stomach growling at the scent of bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen.
“Morning.”
Any thought I had at playing it cool goes right out the window the second he looks at me. And I blush hard, stammering as I smile awkwardly.
“Um, morning,” I say quietly before I glance down at the clothes in my hand.
Colton chuckles. “I figured walking back across campus in a trench coat and heels might look a little…” he arches his brows, and I groan.
“Slutty?”
He laughs. “I was going to say you looked like a spy, actually.”
“Yeah, a hooker spy.”
He grins. “Well, the campus store is open early.”
A smile teases my lips. “You got all of this for me?”
“I don’t think those shorts will fit me, but I could give it a shot.”
I giggle, blushing as I look down, and then back at him.
“Thank you, Colton,” I say quietly.
“No problem. You want some breakfast?”
My stomach gurgles, but when I glance at the clock, I make a face. “I need to get going so I can get ready before class.”
He nods. “Fair enough. Coffee?”
“Fuck yes.” My eyes go wide as I catch myself, but he just chuckles and passes me a mug.
“Cream and sugar are on the counter there.”
Don’t think about his cock. Don’t think about his cock. Don’t think about his cock.
My face burns hot.
And don’t think about him moaning your name when he CAME.
I swallow thickly, blinking as I realize he’s looking at me funny, still holding the coffee.
“Uh, thanks.”
I take the mug and stir in one sugar before bringing it to my lips.
“So, you’re not going back to that club.”
I look up to see him looking at me with stern eyes. I shrug.
“I don’t know what else to do. I mean, they say I owe that money my dad stole.”