Page 28 of Voices

Not sure what to do, I stand where I’m at and play with the string on my, his hoodie.

Should I take it off? What will he say when he sees the burn marks on my arms? I can give it back to him the next time I see him, right? What if I don’t see him again? Will he be mad if I keep his hoodie?

I’m about to take it off when he steps out of his room holding my boots. “You can keep it. I can’t fit in it anymore. Here yougo.” He hands me my boots as he grabs his keys off the hook by the door and slips on his black Nike slides. He put on a blue Tampa Bay Thunder shirt to go with his black basketball shorts and fuck me, he’s now wearing a white backwards hat.

How does that make him even hotter?

I slide my bare feet into my boots without tying them and walk to the door, where Shane already has it open and waiting for me. Stepping past him, I look for the elevator when I get in the hallway and walk to it when I spot it at the end of the short hall.

Shane catches up as I hit the call button. “What are your plans for the day?”

I look up at him and shrug. My bed is calling my name. I think spending the rest of the weekend under my blankets is a solid plan.

The doors open and we get in. He hits the first-floor button as I walk to the back corner. The doors close as he leans against the wall and stares at me. I don’t know what he sees but whatever it is has him facing forward to adjust himself.

I smile as I look down.

I don’t know why but knowing I affect him that way has my dormant cock giving a slight twitch.

Oh, now you want to wake up? For a fucking hockey player? Useless thing.

When the doors open, he steps out and walks to the doors that lead outside. The damn sun hurts, so I shield my eyes as I look down at Shane’s feet and follow him to his car.

When he stops in front of a huge black truck, my jaw practically hits the floor.

“You drive this thing around campus? It’s a monster.”

He laughs as he opens the passenger door. “It’s not that big,” he says as a running board drops down. I lift my brows as I look at him over my shoulder while climbing up the monstrosity.

Once I’m seated, he closes the door, jogs around to the driver’s side, and gets in. He pushes the start button, and it roars to life. He smiles at me like a kid in a candy store. “She’s perfect, right?!”

I smirk.

My baby is better.

He sets the A/C to full blast, turns on the local rock station, and pulls out of the parking lot.Last Resortby Papa Roach comes on and he turns it up letting the bass rumble through the seats.

I’ll give him points for excellent taste in music.

I don’t know the area, so I have no idea if we are going in the right direction to campus or not. He seems like he knows where he’s going, so I sit back and watch the world pass by in a blur.

“Charlie. Wake up, we’re here.” Shane is right next to me, and I can feel the heat on my right side. I open one eye, realizing he’s standing with my door open.

When did I fall asleep?

“Come on. I’ll help you down.” He reaches up, so I grab his hand to step down.

“Why are we here,” I ask looking up at the Jewel-Osco sign.

“A little birdie told me that you need to do some grocery shopping, and since we were already out, I figured we could shop together. Ryder ate all the bacon and yogurt and bread and lunch meat.” He lists them off on his hand. “He also can’t be trusted grocery shopping. He’ll come home with half-rotten fruits and boxes upon boxes of cereal. And no milk,” he chuckles as we make our way inside.

We each grab a cart. “Does this little birdie have a sassy personality with wild hair to match?” I ask as I follow him to the produce section.

“Maybe.” He looks over his shoulder and winks at me.

I figured Lily was behind this. She knows I hate shopping. There are too many choices, and I never know what to get. Everyone is always in a rush, and none of these people know what a personal bubble is. It’s too much and often spikes my anxiety.

Shane adds some weird green leafy thing to his cart that already has potatoes, carrots, and cucumbers in it. I don’t like any of that, so I follow him around until we get to the fruit, grabbing a package of strawberries, cut-up watermelon, and a bag of Granny Smith apples. I look over to where Shane is sniffing the bottom of a pineapple.

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