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He grabs at his chest, a shocked look on his face. “Do you really think I’m the kind of guy who would ask for your number for a study group and then use it for ulterior motives?”
I laugh, loud, before hitting him with my most serious expression. “Yes.”
Will lets out a put-upon sigh and draws a cross over his heart. “I swear on the hockey gods to only use your number for study group reasons.”
Out of nowhere, one of his friends leans into our conversation, the diamond stud in his left earlobe catching the light. “I don’t know why, but this conversation is turning me on.”
Will puts his entire hand in his friend’s face and shoves him as I choke on laughter. Then he turns a pleading look on me. “Pretend like that didn’t happen, please. We really want you in our study group.”
“Ohhh, you asked her?” the friend says.
“Yes, now shut up before she says no. I was about to get her number.”
“Nice.” The friend turns to me, a massive smile on his face. “Welcome to the study group.”
I shake my head with a chuckle. “I haven’t actually joined yet.”
He offers me his hand over the table, completely ignoring my response. “I’m Vinnie, by the way.”
Taking his hand and expecting a shake, I am completely caught off guard when he stands and leans over the table to kiss the back of it. “E-emery.”
“Nice to meet you, Emery. We both promise not to use your number for anything other than study group purposes, unless you give us the signal,” he states with a wink.
I’m completely speechless. What is even going on right now?
A phone is passed in my direction, open to a new contact screen. I don’t give it too much thought and simply tap in my number and click save. But then I check the name my number is saved under and roll my eyes.
Emery – Hot Math Genius.
Boys. Seriously.
Thoughts of boys turn to men and…
Oh shit.
Whipping back around, I scan the front of the class and find it empty of all teaching staff. My stomach drops and my vision becomes watery.
Derek is gone. I missed my chance.
Fucking Will.
Distracting me. Again.
Chapter 46
Darcy
I glance at the time on my phone. It’s just after two. I’m dying to hear about how things went in Derek’s class. Did Hudson actually go through with Emmy’s very obvious invitation this morning?
Just as the thought crosses my mind, the door to Hudson’s office opens, and he steps in, glancing at his couch and finding me. “Couldn’t wait for me?”
Shrugging, I stay seated. “Why wait in the hallway for you when you have a very comfortable couch?”
Leaving the door open, he dumps his satchel on his desk and plugs his laptop in, his many monitors lighting up. “Because it’s polite?”
“Never claimed to be polite.” Then, because I like to annoy him, I ask, “How’s it feel to throw the rules in the trash?”
At first, I don’t think he’s going to answer me, but he takes a deep breath and looks right at me, eyes darkening like when we are in a scene. “Liberating. Terrifying.”
