Page 108 of Trust Me Always

I chuckle, taking a small drink of water when he passes me a bottle with the lid off. The coolness feels so good along my heated throat. “Yeah, it’s a little trickier when you’re an adult being taught by hot adults.”

His eyes snap my way, narrowing. “Whoa, what? Who?”

“Professor Falcon. He was my English professor first semester. The man isfine.”

Brady glares.

“What?” I grin. “I didn’t say we hooked up but…I’m not saying I would have regretted it if we had.”

“Cameron Cox.”

A loud laugh leaves me. “Wait, have you ever slept with an older woman before?”

Brady instantly looks away, and I gape at him, wiggling until I can slide free, and his head hits the pillow. I’m on my knees, shoving at his shoulder in seconds.

“You filthy boy, you have, haven’t you? Was she good? Like better than girls our age? Did she want to go all night like they make cougars seem in the movies?”

“Oh my god,” he chuckles, shifting and looking over at me without turning his head my way. Only his eyes. “Quit it. No, I haven’t slept with an older woman.”

“Okay, fine. You haven’t fucked one, but have you hooked up with one?”

“No.”

My shoulders fall. But I nod. Makes sense. His mom isn’t exactly old, so that might be weird for him. I gasp, waggling my brows. “Okay, so how old was the oldest person you slept with?”

“We are not doing this.”

“Oh, come on! It’s fun.”

“No,” he scoffs a stiff laugh. “Not fun. Keep it up and I’m sleeping in Ari’s room.”

“Her bed sucks. You’ll be back in mine in minutes.”

He shakes his head. “You’re annoying.”

“And yet you missed me.”

He looks over, now sitting up beside me. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I did.”

A sudden shyness washes over me, and I look away, fighting a grin as I focus on the TV, pretending I don’t hear his throaty chuckle that follows.

Brady grabs some snacks from his bag and sets them between us. I pick at the crackers a bit, leaving the Skittles to him.

After a while, he moves them aside, his arm coming to settle on the pile of pillows at our backs, and I lean into his side, curling my legs up.

He’s got the blankets tugged up to his hips, so I grab a handful of the down comforter and tuck it under my chin to get even more comfortable.

His hand comes up, and he touches the back of it to my forehead, checking to see if I’m warm. He doesn’t say anything, but his lips slide across the same spot a moment later, and I smile to myself.

Guess the fever has finally broken.

My neck starts to hurt after a while and I stretch, turning onto my back, noticing his feet are hanging off the bed with all the pillows we’ve got stacked.

I sit up, and he pushes onto his elbow, looking at me in concern.

“Come on, let’s scoot up so you don’t feel like the big bad wolf lying in Grandma’s bed.”

He smiles, sitting up, and we toss several pillows to the floor.

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