Page 62 of Running Winter

"So? How was it?"

"It's beautiful here. Lots of stuff going on, decent accommodation…." I shrugged as Rafe studied me. "They've got an award-winning laboratory—"

"You won't be here forever, Fallon. Trust me; she will wait. All that bullshit about experience and shit was fucked out of her system last night if you did it right."

"Trust me. I did it right."

"Too much detail, my friend."

"You asked—"

"La la la la!" Rafe sang as I scoffed at him.

"Rayna walked in on you banging Heather."

"Ah, man. If you guys get married, I want that shit read out at the wedding. Ah, what a memory," Rafe hooted as I sent him a strange look.

"Yeah? And what if your fucking wife is sitting beside you? Still want it talked about?" I teased as he made a face.

"For a woman to capture my heart, she has to be three things," Rafe declared, holding his hand out. "One, able to put up with me."

"You may as well quit listing now."

"Two," Rafe continued, biting his fist as a girl jogged by us. "She has to be shit hot in the bedroom."

"Predictable. No one wants a shit lay," I drawled.

"And three, she has to accept that she will be mine and only mine, and no other man can even so much as look at her. I'm serious. No fucking guy besties."

"Haha! Come on, man, you sound medieval," I exclaimed as Rafe shook his head.

“Oh, and she has to be the hottest girl I've ever seen."

I sighed, refusing to get into that with Rafe again. It was pointless.

"I see you found a girl to entertain you," I said, stretching my arms out. I was still aching from last night, but I couldn't wait to do it again. Rafe was grinning at his phone before glancing up at me.

"You've gotta see what the parties are like here. College parties aren't like our little high school bull."

"The program I want to study is one of the most demanding majors there is, other than neuroscience, of course.” I laughed, and Rafe stared at me blankly. "I won't be partying all of the time."

"Fine, so use now as an excuse. Let's go grab some food, and then we can get fucked up."

Typical Rafe. He could be a neuroscientist in his fucking sleep, but he was too lazy to give a shit.

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, I'm hoping to have that blonde riding my dick in a few hours or so."

"I mean after school, jeez."

We ordered an Uber, which arrived in less than a minute thanks to dropping off a group of girls, and headed into downtown LA for some food and downtime like I promised Rafe.

Sometimes it was like having your kid brother with you.

Take, for example, his reaction to the dessert menu.

"You can't claim to have the best desserts in LA and not have fucking chocolate cake."

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