Page 22 of The Devastation You Reap
"Ergo? That Latin class you took last semester to get into Dwayne's pants sure paid off."
"Wha— Girl, I've no idea what you're talking about," she says with a wink as we leave our dorm and head out for the day.
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"Hey, is this seat taken?" a guy asks standing beside the table I'm sitting at alone in the library.
The professor from my last class of the day is sick so unlike almost everyone who smiled in delight and took off to spend the afternoon doing anything but work, I decided to head here to complete both the classwork and the assignment that were both posted on the university portal for us.
"U-uh… no. Go for it," I say, looking up to find a dark-haired guy with glasses looking down at me with a shy smile playing on his lips.
He's cute.
"T-thank you. I'm Micah, by the way."
"Macie."
"Huh," he says. "We'd make great twins," he deadpans before clearly thinking better of it. "Shit," he mutters to himself.
"Yeah, they'd be great twin names," I agree because as goofy as the comment might be, he's right.
"What are you working on?"
"Oh, a law paper. You?"
"Computer hacking."
"As in you’re doing the hacking or you're writing a paper about it?" I ask with a smile.
He looks up at me with a wide smile of his own that displays the most perfect set of white teeth. "Definitely the paper. Although," he leans in so he can whisper. "For the right price, I could probably find you whatever you wanted." He winks before barking out a laugh at the shocked look on my face.
"You're joking? You are joking," I say, answering my own question.
"Sure. Of course I am."
I stare at him for a beat, trying to work out if he is actually joking or not but all he does is smile coyly at me.
"Right, well. I should probably…" I point to my computer.
"Of course. Don't let me distract you."
But despite saying that, I can still feel his attention on me as I look down at my Word document and force myself to focus on what I need to do though.
I manage a few pages before I'm unable to ignore it, I look back up again and catch him red-handed.
He smiles nervously before finally looking down.
This is more like it,I think to myself. A guy who's as nervous as I am. Not one who thinks it’s appropriate to press his manhood against my stomach three seconds after almost putting said appendage into my roommate.
"Are you okay?" he asks, and it's not until his deep voice rumbles through me that I realize I was mindlessly staring at him.
Reaching out, I slam my laptop down.
"Yep. I think I'm done," I force out as my cheeks burn.
"O-oh okay. Could I… uh… buy you a coffee or something?"
"Uh… I was just going to walk back to my dorm but I—"
