He nods. “Every day except Sunday.”
“That’s a lot.”
“Pretty sure you’re just as busy.” He smiles at me.
I smile at him in return.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asks, his voice deceptively casual.
“Um…nothing. I have class at three-thirty. Then I’ll head home.”
“Want to get together?”
I’m gaping at him, surprised he wants to spend more time with me. “Like a date?”
“If you want to call it that, okay.” He shrugs.
“I thought you were celibate.”
“I can hang out with you and not fuck you, Jo Jo.” His smile is slow.
Naughty.
“I don’t know about that.” My tone is sarcastic.
My observation accurate.
He chuckles. “Okay, you’ve got me there. I just don’t have plans tonight, and I definitely don’t want to go to a bar or anything like that. So I wondered if you wanted to get together. We can do something casual at your place. Just hang out or whatever.”
Sounds like a booty call. Like a Netflix and chill moment. Hanging out in my room, his hands wandering until they slip under my shirt or into my pants.
I’m tempted, but is this a good idea? Or am I setting myself up to get burned?
“Okay,” I say.
Knox appears shocked. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Come over around eight?”
“You have your roommate, right? Natalie?” When I nod, he continues, “Is she still seeing Derek?”
“I have no idea if anything is going on with her and Derek.” I don’t think they’ve spoken since Saturday night.
“Well, make sure his ass doesn’t show up when I’m over there because then my cover is blown and I’ll owe him a thousand dollars.” Knox unfolds his large frame from the bench and heads over to a nearby trash can, tossing his mostly full coffee cup in it. “You have class in twenty minutes?”
I check my phone to see that he’s right.
“I need to go. I have practice in twenty minutes too.” He holds his hand up in a semi-wave. “Text me your address?”
“But I don’t have your number.”
He frowns, heading back toward the bench where I’m still sitting. “Shit. Give me your phone.”
I hand it to him and he adds his name and number to my contacts before he sends himself a text from me. “Now you’ve got my number, and I’ve got yours.”
“Thanks.” I take my phone from him, glancing down at the screen, smiling at the name he gave himself.
Your favorite student.