Page 14 of Limbo

With Jordan now occupying the driver seat, I’ve lost all control over this situation. He kisses my forehead on his way past, and a single gesture has never irritated me more. He strolls his way through the common area and tosses a wave at the girls on the couch before disappearing out the door.

What the fuck just happened?

I only spend a short amount of time attempting to untangle the absurd conversation. He left, and I’ve learned my lesson. Given his short attention span, I check Towel Boy off my Shit to Worry About list. Not that he ever rated high in the first place.

By the time I finish brushing my teeth, he barely even registers anymore. Too bad when I crawl into bed, not thinking about him becomes a hell of a lot harder with his scent all over my pillow. God, he smells amazing.

With a project due and my overachieving partner demanding we meet before class, I drag my ass out of bed far too early.

My second class doesn’t start until after lunch, allowing me to forgo a shower until later. For the time being, I take a swig of mouthwash, throw on sweats and a hoodie, and fit most of my hair in a knot semi-centered on the top of my head. I bypass the mirror and sling my bag over my shoulder.

When I open my bedroom door, Jordan Waters jumps up off the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand, and what fresh hell is this? I almost slam the door shut but don’t because coffee.

“Felicia told me how you like it. I also added an extra shot.” He beams, way more chipper than I can handle at such an hour.

I can’t decide who to glare at first, him or the traitorous Felicia, who is watching everything unfold over the back of the couch. Him. Definitely him.

“How?” I seize my beverage and take a much-needed drink.

“How did she tell me?” he asks.

I raise my eyebrows rather than answering.

“I texted and asked.”

Damn it. I have no one to blame but myself for leaving him alone with my phone. Callie Henders will never do another good deed as long as she lives.

“Did you hijack my number, too?”

“No,” he says, “but you’ll give it to me.”

His self-assurance astounds me. “I told you, I’m not worth wasting your time.”

“And I said, we’re beyond that. Mission Win Callie Over has already commenced.”

Good Lord. Sleeping with me garners itself an actual title now.

“I don’t have time for Mission Win Over—”

“Mission Win Callie Over. I’m thinking of having T-shirts made.”

His cocky grin appears, and I need so much more caffeine before further engaging with him.

I roll my eyes and walk away, holding up my cup. “Thanks.”

What nonsense he says about giving me a ride, I’ll never know because I slam the door shut behind me.

Once a girl disappears into her room across the hall, I pull my sweatshirt away from my chest and stare down the neck hole. “This is all your fault, you know?”

My tits never respond.

My partner and I are the last scheduled to present for the day, and the numerous group presentations ahead of us become monotonous. So, of course, I spend the time replaying the events of the past twelve hours instead of focusing on what I’ll be saying about ancient Egyptian civilizations.

Great. Jordan is already disrupting my life.

On my way out of the building, I’m desperate for a shower. I pull on my coat, only half-paying attention, and almost miss him leaning against a tree with a coffee in hand.

Now he knows my class schedule. Felicia playing his accomplice is growing old very quick.

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