Page 28 of Forbidden Mischief
“Fuck me.” He blows out a breath. Then his eyes widen as if he just realized how that sounded.
I chuckle, giving him a bit of space. “Oh, I’ll be more than glad to.” I grin. “But not now. Not yet. You're not ready.”
His brows furrow. “How do you know I’m not ready?”
My brow rises. “Are you?”
His shoulders slump, eyes casting to the ground and there’s that cute little blush on his handsome face. “No,” he murmurs.
“Don’t be disappointed.” I grip his chin, lifting it up so he’s looking at me. “We have all the time in the world, okay? I’d wait a lifetime for you.”
“Really?” he whispers.
Nodding, I kiss his forehead. “Really. Now, let’s go. You're right, we need to get to class.”
On cue, the bell rings and we both curse, our ass kicking into gear as we race down the hall.
“Oh, before we go,” Zayne says when we stop next to his class. “I promised the guys I’d sit with them at lunch. Is that cool?”
Doing my best to hide my disappointment, I nod. “Yeah.” I force a smile. “Of course.”
“Awesome.” He grins. “See you later.”
“Yeah,” I whisper as he disappears into his class. “Bye.”
Guess I could always have lunch with Prudence. I feel like a bad friend because we haven’t hung out since the movies.
She insisted she’s fine with it, that I should enjoy this honeymoon phase. She’s been an amazing friend about all of this. Zayne said Harley has been as well.
Neither one of them were surprised about the fact we were mates, and said they could see it from a mile away. I don’t believe them.
By the time lunch rolls around, I’m starving.
Grabbing a tray, I get in the lunch line. “Six pieces.” Prudence laughs. “Damn, boy. Should have just asked for the whole pie.” I would if I thought they would let me.
“I’m over six feet and part wolf, what do you expect?” I chuckle as we head toward the table we would normally sit at.
“Okay, true, you got me there.” She grins.
Just as I’m about to take my seat, I hear my name being called. Looking over to the football table, I find Zayne waving me over.
“Go,” Prudence urges.
“But—”
“Go,” she insists. “We’ll make plans soon, promise. In the meantime, I’ll keep sending you stupid memes.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Thanks.”
“Any time.” She hugs me.
“Hey,” Zayne says, pulling the chair out next to him for me to sit. “How come you didn’t come over here first? Are you avoiding me?” he asks, but there’s a playfulness to his tone.
“Never.” I give him a half smile.
I might be a part of the football team now, but I don’t feel right sitting here without an invitation. These are Zayne’s friends. He’s known them his whole life. He’s the outgoing one, me, not so much.
I listen to the guys all talking about things I have no interest in as I eat my pizza. Watching Zayne with his friends, laughing and smiling, I like it. I enjoy seeing him happy, at ease.
