Page 9 of Stay
Her second attempt almost hits its intended target. “Better.”
I smile as one of her hands snakes out from the thick pile of blankets to flip me off.
With a snicker, I shut the door before hustling my way across campus for my nine o’clock class which—thanks to Brooklyn—I’mrunning late for. I try to multitask on the fly as I read a text sent by one of my professors. Even though this bad habit is always ill-advised when trying to maneuver through a herd of students who are also attempting to haul ass across campus, I do it anyway.
I certainly can’t deny my own stupidity as I smack into a wall. With a grunt, I stagger back a few steps before strong arms reach out to steady me.
To the best of my knowledge, walls don’t have arms.
It only takes a moment for my belly to hollow out because I think I recognize that muscular chest.
Crap.
Could life seriously be cruel enough to throw this guy into my oblivious path within twelve short hours of our previous meeting?
The answer to that question is a resoundingyes.
My gaze arrows to his smiling, golden-brown eyes. A slight wind ruffles his gorgeous hair as we stand in the middle of the cement walking path that snakes its way through campus.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, feeling off kilter.
One of his dark brows lifts at my disgruntled greeting. “Let me guess,” he says, “now you think I’m stalking you.”
My eyes widen before narrowing in consideration.
Hmmm. I suppose that’s a possibility.
“Are you?”
He snorts before shaking his head. He shifts his weight, looking as if he might be settling in for a long conversation. “I don’t even know your name, remember? You wouldn’t give it to me last night.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t, because apparently, there’s an excellent chance you might be stalking me,” I quip while trying to think of a hasty exit strategy.
He runs his tongue across the front of his teeth.
I feel the effect of it straight down to my traitorous core.
Somehow, this guy has triggered more responses within me in the past twelve hours than any other guy has in the previous nine months.
“I’m not saying this to sound like a conceited jack?—”
“But that’s exactly what you’ll sound like if you continue with that train of thought,” I finish sweetly, hoping to cut him off so I can bale on this conversation.
“—ass, but most girls would be delighted to have my attention.”
My gaze slides reluctantly over him again.
All right, I’ll secretly admit that statement is probably accurate. With all that messy dark hair, golden-brown eyes, and handsomely chiseled face…
And let’s not forgot about his muscular body. I’m willing to bet there’s a six-pack hidden under that grey Henley.
My mouth dries at the thought.
What the hell am I doing?
I give myself a quick mental slap before rolling my eyes. “You’re right, thattotallymakes you sound like a conceited jackass.”
His eyes narrow.
