Page 193 of Wicked Minds
My last class of the day finished several hours ago, and I’ve been avoiding facing Grayson after our… whatever the fuck you could call that… earlier by plowing through all my assignments for the semester in the library.
It’s not that I don’t want to go home—because I do. I need a shower. And a nap. Maybe a large glass of wine.
It’s the text on my phone that has me superglued to my seat, refusing to leave the pretend safety of the library.
Grayson
Don’t even think of leaving this campus without me.
I don’t think I can look at him. Not after what we did—whatIdid—earlier. What the hell was I thinking? That was… insane. Crazy. What normal person would role-reversal reenact such a moment from their life?
Why the hell do I always lose my ever-loving mind in Grayson’s presence?
I don’t think I’ll be able to look him in the eye and not feel guilt or shame… except it’s neither of those emotions I’m feeling right now. If anything, I feel justified. Powerful, even. Like I clawed back some of the pieces Grayson unrightfully stole.
So maybe I’m avoiding him because I feel bad that I don’t feel bad about what I did.Gah, talk about complicated!
Instead of wasting more time thinking about Grayson, I focus back on my psychology assignment.
I had half a mind to walk home as soon as I was done for the day, but I knew he’d show up at my door, angry and probably ready to fuck my brains out again, and as much as my girly bits would be down for that, my brain is putting her foot down. One confrontation with Grayson is enough for one day.
Which is why I’m currently sitting in the library, stewing instead of working. Because I’m not ready to face him yet. Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t demand I meet him ages ago. All classes are done for the day and my stomach has been rumbling in a not-so-quiet demand to be fed for nearly an hour now.
I force myself to focus on my assignment for another forty minutes before I can no longer ignore the hunger pangs and reluctantly grab my phone and text Grayson.
Me
I’m ready to go home now.
A reply comes through instantly.
Grayson
Then pack up your things and meet me at the door.
My head whips up, scanning the tables until I spot him sitting at one on the far side of the room.What the hell? Has he been here this whole time?Not letting myself dwell on what it might mean if he has, I stuff my books into my bag and meet him at the exit.
Without exchanging a word, I follow him to the student parking lot and into his car, ignoring how my body melts into the leather when he puts on the heated seats.
The car rumbles to life with a soft purr before he eases it out of the space and through the school gates onto the road.
“Grayson,” I groan wearily when he misses the turn for my apartment. “Where are we going?”
“Ours.”
It appears he has been reduced to one-word sentences now.
With a sigh, I roll my head to the side. “Why?”
His gaze drops to his phone in the holder in the center console and I notice it lighting up with a message. “The guys should be back shortly.”
My eyes narrow on him as I straighten in my seat. “What’s going on? Why won’t anyone tell me?”
“We will.”
That’s all he says, and by the way he astutely avoids eye contact, I know he’s not going to say anything more. With a shake of my head, I return to staring out the window until we park outside the townhouse he shares with Royce and Logan.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I tell him as soon as we walk inside, not stopping or looking at him before I begin climbing the stairs, intent on showering and changing into something of Logan’s before hiding out in his room until he gets home.
