Page 36 of Fang
Get up, Cami. You’re better than this.
As I try to convince my body to move, there’s a knock on my door. Groaning, I roll over and get up. When I swing open the door, I jerk back, caught off guard.
“What are you doing here?”
Fang raises his brow, and the corner of his mouth kicks up. “I told you I would give you a ride, remember?”
I shake my head. Shit, I forgot that my car is in the shop.
“Did you forget that your car is out of commission for a minute?” he asks with humor in his voice.
“Shut up,” I mutter.
He holds out a cup that I didn’t notice he was holding. “Here. This is for you.”
“What is it?”
“Coffee.”
Reluctantly I take it from him. I pop the lid off and smell it as the steam hits my face. I’ve never been big on coffee but I think today might be the exception.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now do you need more time before we take off?”
“You don’t have to give me a ride. I can walk. It isn’t that far,” I tell him as I take a sip.
Holy shit, that’s good.
“Do you normally walk to your next class?”
“Well, no.”
“All right then. Let me take you.”
I study the tattooed bad boy in front of me.
Internally I scoff. Fang isn’t a boy at all but a man. All fucking man.
I shake my head before my thoughts can turn dirty.
“Do you do this for all the club girls? Give them rides, I mean.”
He shrugs. “We both know I don’t, but you’re in school and could use the assist.”
I don’t know why, but his response pleases me. For some reason I like knowing that I’m the one he’s willing to step up and help even if I really don’t need it.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now do you need to grab anything?”
For a split second, I contemplate changing into something a little less casual than my leggings and hoodie. I have the biggest urge to change into something a little nicer just because he’s here and I’m about to go out with him.
Don’t do it.
If he can’t handle you looking like a hobo, then he doesn’t deserve you looking like a million bucks.
I turn around and take a few steps forward. Quickly I drink half of the coffee down and set it on my desk. I’ll drink the rest later, maybe. I grab my bag off my desk chair and swing it over my shoulder as I grab my keys and small crossbody bag.
