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Drew: Nah. It’s okay. Are you leaving for campus soon? I can swing by and pick you up.
Me: I’d planned on walking to campus in the next thirty min. If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll take the ride.
Let’s be real. I just want more time with Drew. The thought alone has goose bumps running up my spine.
Drew: See you in five. I’m at the light near your apartment.
Instead of replying, I quickly put my dish in the dishwasher and rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth again. By the time he knocks lightly on my door, I’m grabbing my backpack and ready to leave.
When I open the door, Drew takes my breath away. His hair is wet from the shower, and his masculine scent mixed with his cologne makes my stomach somersault. What does it for me is the way his dark-blue eyes heat when they land on mine. As if he can read my mind, he pulls me in for a searing kiss.
Holy hell, Drew can kiss.
When he pulls back all too soon, he huskily whispers, “How can I miss you already?” Then he shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “You ready?”
I step out and pull the door behind me. “Yep. Since you’re driving me, mind if we stop by the coffee shop? Somebody wore me out last night and if I’m going to make it through the day, I need a caffeine fix.”
Drew’s eyes widen at my accusation, and his grin makes him even sexier. “Um… I didn’t hear any complaints.”
I shake my head dismissively. “Nope,” I draw out. “I certainly amnotcomplaining.” But I pin him with a stare to show my seriousness. “But I do need caffeine.”
This earns me a light chuckle. “Oh, Angel. What am I going to do with you?”
Though I’m sure he meant it as a rhetorical question, I give him a wicked grin and turn on the sass. “Just about anything you damn well please.”
When Drew’s lips form the perfect ‘O,’ I quickly run down the stairs to feign waiting patiently by his car.
Though I make it through the day with ease, by the time I get home that evening, I’m exhausted. Living on barely any sleep will do that to you. I still need to finish a paper, but I’ve worked on it between classes, so it shouldn’t take me too long.
When I walk in the door to my apartment, I spot Sydney lounging on the couch watching TV. She’s curled up in a blanket, and her hair is pulled in a messy bun. “How was your day?” she asks as I plop down beside her.
“Long,” I groan. “I’m glad I don’t have much to do before bed, or I’d be screwed.”
“I take it you and Drew enjoyed yourself last night,” she accuses and instantly, I feel heat in my cheeks.
There’s no point in denying it, so I simply nod in agreement.
“I could’ve sworn you didn’t come home until early this morning, but I heard him knock on the door this morning. Was I wrong?”
“No, you heard right. He had to work out with the team this morning, so he dropped me off at the ass-crack of dawn, then he picked me up for class when he was finished.”
“Interesting,” she draws out.
“What?” I ask, wondering why I feel defensive suddenly.
Syd shakes her head as if she’s clearing her thoughts away, “It’s nothing… just making an observation, Abs. He seems pretty into you. How do you feel about him?”
I sigh heavily and play with the silver bracelet I was given for high school graduation. “He’s pretty special,” I admit. “But I’m still concerned about the timing of things. For all I know, we could end up on opposite sides of the country in a mere matter of months. Is it worth the risk to get invested like this?”
Syd pats me on the thigh and shakes her head. “I can’t answer that for you. But I will say, more people regret the things they didn’t do in life, than the things they have. Do you really want to walk away from a guy you’re really connecting with? I saw the way he looks at you. Hell, you even went away for the weekend with him, twice.”
“The first time was simply because he needed me,” I say in defense. She’s making this sound way more serious than it is.
Sydney’s eyes roll to the back of her head. “Girl, you’re so stubborn. It’s perfectly okay to like him. Even if you don’t know where you’ll be next year. Hell. For all you know, you could end up at the same school, and all this worry will be for nothing.”
I level her with a glare. “Syd. The odds are extremely stacked against us that two people from the undergrad program will be selected to the same med school.”
“Why don’t you just take a page out of my book and enjoy the moment?” Sydney suggests as a consolation. “Drew’s one of the good guys.”
