Page 73 of Trust Me Always

“Yes, you have, but how have I not heard this? How are the girls not running around spreading this like the word of God to the other girls who want to climb on you? I am, like, mind blown.”

I can’t stop laughing, for more reasons than she knows, but I just let her go on.

“Okay, but like you, I’m not shocked. It makes total sense.You’re like a messiah. Or Buddha. A vag whisperer.Of courseyou have actual magical equipment on your wand.” Her eyes gleam as she looks over at me, gaze dropping to my sweats. “What kind is it? Did it hurt? When did you get it?”

“Nope.” I shake my head, pulling out of the parking lot. “Not telling you a word.”

“Hmm.”

I look over, and her gaze is still hooked on my lap. “Quit looking at my dick,” I chuckle, shifting my leg in case a little something decides to grow with all the attention it’s getting.

“Oh my god, I have something for you! This just reminded me.”

“You trying to become the newest X-Man with X-ray vision reminded you that you have something for me?” I raise a brow, making a left and heading down the main road toward town.

“Yep. I made it last week in art.”

“Wait, youmade mesomething?”

“I did.” She grins, tugging her phone out and typing something before tucking it away again. She looks up. “Wait, where are we going?”

“To catch the end of the JC practice, then maybe the food trucks for some grub?”

She nods and kicks off her shoes, reaching behind her to pull the little blanket tucked in the back over her legs.

I smile from her to the road. “By the way, you’re buying.”

Cameron laughs, and when she leans her head on my shoulder a moment later, I move as little as possible so she’ll keep it there.

Cameron shivers,running inside the building with the blanket wrapped around her head. I hold the door open for the girls jogging up behind us, then step through, passing Cameron her soda when she holds her hand out.

“Let me take the food too.” She reaches for the bag, but I turn my shoulders so she can’t try and take it. “Brady, you’ve got your backpack, your gym bag, your drink, and the food. All I’ve got is one cup.”

“And a blanket.”

“That is hanging over my shoulders just fine. Let me help.”

“Shush and push the button, or we’ll just be hanging out in the hall all night.”

“Oh shit,” she chuckles, turning to the elevator. “It’s getting cold fast.”

“It is almost the end of October.”

“I know, but last year I was Becky Lynch for Halloween, and I don’t remember it being cold. This year’s going to call for a freaking parka.”

“Or maybe you just don’t remember how cold it was cause you pregamed pretty hard.”

“That…sounds legit.” She chuckles, unlocking her door and stopping short, making me bump into her. She grins over her shoulder, holding her finger to her lips.

I slip in behind her, spotting Ari knocked out on the couch, her phone in her hand. I’m so glad their parents insisted they keep the flat-style dorm all four years, even though it comes with a higher price tag.

Quietly, we make our way back to Cameron’s room. I set the food down on her little desk and drop my backpack to the foot of the bed.

“Wanna shower first?” she asks, tossing the blanket on the floor by the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be fast, but eat. I don’t want your food to get cold.”

“Then be Speedy Gonzales, and it won’t be.”

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