Page 113 of The Fake Date Agreement

“So?” he asks as I approach. “You ready to take him back?”

I hug my books with my left arm and take his hand with my right. “After the way he treated me?” I snort. “No, thanks. You did that to torment him.”

His forehead smooths, and he squeezes my hand. “The guy fucked up so epically, he lost you.Iwould not make that kind of mistake.”

I stop and look at him. “But this isn’t…”

His expression is impossible to read. “Isn’t what?”

“Real.” And I keep forgetting that important aspect of this relationship.

“Isn’t it? Because it feels pretty real to me.”

I’m still absorbing his soft admission when he smiles and tugs me along. “Come on, I have a strict teacher who is determined I work on this paper.”

“And you can’t distract me again like you did before.”

His eyes are innocent. “How did I distract you?”

As if he doesn’t know why I fell off the bed like a moron.

Since there is no way on Earth I’m talking about pussy worship in public, I shake my head. “You know.”

“Give those here.” He takes my books and glances down, then starts laughing.

“What?”

He shows me the cover of a book I picked up, and I blush all over again.

Human Biology.

Chapter 28

Tobie

“You had a delivery,”Max calls down the hallway as I unlock my door, back from studying with Reid.

She’s stuck her head out of her room, a few doors down from mine.

I frown at her. “What kind?”

Her secretive smile makes me instantly suspicious.

“The surprising kind.” She closes her door.

Vague much.

She has a spare key to my room. I didn’t have to give her one since if I ever lost mine, I could always go to student services for a spare. I have a spare for hers as well, but we have only ever used the keys when one of us locked ourselves out. This way, neither of us are locked out of our rooms for longer than it would take to walk a few steps down the hallway.

So Max must know exactly what this delivery is to have accepted it for me.

Still confused, I open my door and walk into a flower store. The heady, sweet scent of roses is nearly overpowering, but it’s so beautiful, I can’t help but grin as I take in the vases of red and pink roses on every single surface.

Five minutes later, my cell phone rings.

I fish it out of my pocket and answer it, still absorbing the unreal sight before me. “Yeah?”

“Are you in your room?” It’s Javier.

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