Page 22 of Foul & Fake
I kiss the top of her head as I startle her hard enough to make her fumble her dessert, but I don’t feel bad at all when icing gets everywhere and she has to lick it off.
“I was trying to eat,” she mumbles. “What are you doing? I didn’t even know you knew where the library was.”
“There are signs all over campus.” I plop down next to her and then finger some of her frosting off to lick it. “Or maybe I just followed you.”
She’s been sitting here for over twenty minutes. There’s no way she believes I actually stalked her here, even though I absolutely did.
“Mmhm. I’m trying to work, so…”
God, she’s cute when she’s annoyed with me.
“So you just cheated on me, and I have photo proof of it,” I joke, my tone turning serious as I fish out my phone and show her the screen. “Look at your face as the flavor hits your tongue. That was me Friday night when I licked your —”
She smacks her hand over my mouth so fast and hard it stings as she looks around frantically. “Elias!” she hisses. “Shh.”
I can’t fight the laugh that bubbles out of me. “Okay, okay,” I mumble. “What were you doing in here?”
She huffs, glancing down at her laptop. “I told you I want to get into investigative journalism, right? I was trying to find a story to chase down.”
All I see on her screen is a bunch of letters so I turn my attention back on her. “You can write about how many girls here can have multiple orgasms and how the guys are incompetent.”
“You’re not wrong,” she agrees solemnly. “Very incompetent. But I don’t think my professor would enjoy that very much, so I’ll keep looking.”
“Probably not. So, you miss me?”
Her eyebrow quirks up. “Not as much as you missed me, apparently.”
“I think you missed me exactly as much as I missed you.”
I point at the cupcake and grin, sending a blush across her cheeks that proves my point. “Fine. I was thinking about you earlier, and I got a cupcake because I haven’t had one since I was a kid. Happy?”
“Yup.” Sitting back, I kick my foot out on the chair across from me and bush her leg. “I told my sister about you.”
Her eyes widen. “What? Why?”
“Because people saw us holding hands and she’s nosy as fuck,” I reply honestly. “I told her the truth though.”
“Oh? And what’s the truth?”
“That you’re madly in love with me and want to have my babies… naturally.”
I reach under the table and touch her inner thigh, fighting a grin when her cheeks redden.
“Mmhm, that’s why I made you wear a condom and wouldn’t let you come inside me even with one on. Definitely angling to have your babies.”
“Mmhm… luring me into a false sense of security,” I joke, then nearly kiss her when she nervously licks her lips. “How was your weekend?”
Y’know… outside of the moments I stalked you that you don’t know about.
“Are you allergic to answering questions?”
“Probably.” Fuck, what did she ask me? Just thinking about coming inside of her has my brain short-circuiting. “What was the question again? You want to go raw next time?”
Next time. After we already agreed that was a one night only thing.
Her head tilts as she screws up her nose. “What did you tell your sister?”
Okay too soon. I need to stop thinking about it. “Oh, that.” I sit up straighter and look around to be sure we won’t be overheard. “That I couldn’t pull someone like you if I tried, so we had to come to an agreement to get out of the hazing. I might have left some bits out.”
