Page 30 of The Fake
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The next day before class, I wait outside class for Chloe. She slows when she sees me.
“Hey.”
“Hey, there.” I hold out the paper bag in my right hand.
She takes a hesitant look inside and then smiles. “Thank you.”
Inside the lecture hall, I take the chair next to Shaw and pull Chloe into the seat on the other side of me. She takes a bite out of her muffin and then places it on the desk and grabs a notepad and pen from her backpack.
“Bran, really?” I ask, without hiding my dislike.
She shrugs, smiles, and takes another bite.
Professor Sanchez starts in on the lecture about knowing your target audience, but I watch Chloe. When she’s down to the last bite, she holds it out and whispers, “If you’re gonna hate on it, at least try it.”
I don’t really want it, especially because I bet there’s a blueberry one—my favorite—in the bag Katrina forced into my backpack, again, for later, but I lean over and take the bite directly from her hand. Green eyes swirl with heat as my tongue and lips connect with her fingers.
She covers her reaction quickly, rolls her eyes, and sits back in her seat like she’s paying attention to the lecture.
I grab her pen and angle the notebook so I can write her a note.
Things I’ve learned about Chloe:
1.Likes bran muffins (yuck)
2.Likes my mouth on her fingers
Then I draw a line throughon her fingers. She likes my mouth. Period. She takes the pen from me and starts her own list.
Things I’ve learned about Nathan:
1.
She looks up and frowns, pen poised to write, but she obviously can’t come up with anything. I take the pen again and fill in number one for her.
1. Likes blueberry muffins
We hand off the pen and she writes a number two and then looks to me.
Likes your mouth. Period,I scrawl after pulling a pen from the side pocket of my backpack.
She smiles. A real honest to God grin that makes her look like the laidback, fun surfer princess I like to imagine she is. I realize I don’t actually know all that much about her. And I want to.
What are we doing this weekend?
Her brows furrow before she responds,I didn’t know we were hanging out this weekend.
I think it would seem weird if we didn’t hang out.
She seems to mull that over before nodding.
Pushing my luck and not giving one single fuck, I add,We should probably hang out a few times a week so it seems legit.
That look of trepidation is back.That’s a lot and totally not necessary.
As if I care.
