Page 22 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
Her breath fans out along my throat and I have to provide enormous effort not to move. To not crash my lips to hers. To not jerk of those jeans and remind her what it feels like to be filled with me right here on this kitchen island.
“Isn’t that a bad idea?” She asks.
“A terrible one,” I respond honestly.
Whatthisis, is my resolve slipping. And I’m not sure how much longer I can withstand.
Chapter fifteen
Raven
It was Thursday, which meant I had my photography lecture at nine in the morning.
“How’s your camera?” Presley asks as she hands me a to go coffee cup in the kitchen.
I take it after I finish tying my hair up in a ponytail. “Not great. I probably need a new lens.”
“That sucks. I’ll ask around.” She lifts her cup in a goodbye gesture. “See you tonight.”
Before leaving I tug on my navy sweater and adjust my skirt. I actually despise wearing these uniforms. If it was up to me I would be wearing a pair of sweats and hoodie on the regular.
Just as I’m slipping into my car, I get a text from Gemma.
Gemma: can you swing by my office after class?
Me: sure
“That’s going to leave a scar,” Gemma says before she pulls me into her arms for a tight, unaffectionate hug.
She referring to the cut on my arm that’s started to heal. Seems her and my mother have more in common than just my father.Both are shallow.
“Sorry to pull you in here, I just know how busy you are and wanted to see if you were interested in something.”
Gemma sits down at her desk. Her short brown bob is slightly curled and when she smiles, she looks so much like my mother it’s uncanny. Which reminds me my mother hasn't even called me once since I've been here.
“What do you got?” I ask.
“We’re having our annual charity gala for the scholarship foundation. It’s a big event and the board has discussed instead of hiring a professional photographer this year, we wanted to pick students to do the honors.”
My heart flutters. “And you're asking me?”
“Yes, you and another. The dean sorted through the portfolios that were submitted at the time of your application, and you were selected.”
I can barely contain the genuine smile creeping across my face. This flicker of joy is the best thing I’ve felt in months.
Besides kissing Locke.
I push away the thought. It’s pointless.
“I would be honored.”
“Perfect!” She clasps her hands together. “It’s in a couple of weeks, on your birthday actually. We choose the scholarships in January that way students have time to apply.”
Great. That will give me time to get a new lens.
“Do you have plans on Sunday?” She asks. “I’d love to have you over for lunch.”
“Can I check my schedule and let you know?” I ask.
