Page 58 of Sinful Promise

My brothers would have a field day with that one…

I think it’s about time I get the hell out of here, so I glance back down at the ground and spot my keys among the bushes.

“Ah, found them.” I bend down to pick up my keys. “Thank fucking Christ. I did not want to walk home.”

I offer the guy an easy smile, and it seems to do the trick.

“Well, have a good night.” He hands me my ID card before turning his back on me and walking away.

I let out a breath of relief before peering through the window once more to check on Emily.

Except she’s gone.

13

EMILY

My brain’s melted.

Not only is the library the same temperature as the sun, but my professor insisted on making the font on the handout as small as possible, so I now have a throbbing headache.

Maybe it’s time I get myself some glasses.

“Was it just me or was that the most boring topic ever?” Carla groans as we grab our bags.

We decided to study together in the library so we could share notes, but we spent most of the time struggling to read.

“Oh, no, it was. But maybe that’s because it was Professor Thornton.”

“Thank god we don’t have to have him next year.”

My stomach knots at the mention of my senior year.

I can’t believe how quickly college has gone, and soon, I’ll be thrown out into the real world. I thought by now I’d have someidea of what I want to do with my life, but the closer I get to graduation, the more confused I become.

“Wanna go for a drink to drown our sorrows?”

“I wish I could, but I have an exam tomorrow for my economics class I need to study for. I just wanted a quick break to grab some food.”

“I swear, you have so many exams.”

We head out of the library.

“It’s my own fault for majoring in both business and economics.”

The minute the late afternoon sun hits my face, I close my eyes and let the last of the evening rays warm my skin.

I wish I didn’t have more studying to do, otherwise I’d definitely be spending the rest of the day sitting in a park somewhere with a coffee and a good book.

But this exam tomorrow is going to be brutal, and I need all the help I can get.

Carla puts a hand on my arm. “Promise me that once exams are done, you’ll come out with me? We haven’t partied together since freshman year.”

“I think that’s an exaggeration.”

Carla is a party girl and while I’m no stranger to a frat party or two, I haven’t made a habit of turning them into a weekly occurrence like Carla has.

“Promise?”

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