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I look up and lock eyes with him. I don’t think he’s bullshitting me, but he’s not telling the whole truth either.
“I can get easily distracted when I’m texting,” he continues.
“Okay.”
“I have ADHD,” he adds. “Even with meds, sometimes it’s difficult for me to focus and plan.”
Oh.
“Alright.” I nod. “But how did you know where I’d be?”
“Jackson. I was hanging out with him and Dane last night.”
Ah.
“Are you always up this early?”
Ethan nods. “Workouts, hockey practice, you name it, I’m busy. I save sleeping in for the weekends.”
I was about to say “a man after my own heart,” but thankfully I keep my big mouth shut.
“Also, Dane thinks that us working together will make for a great welcome event.”
Of course he does. Now I can’t possibly say no.
“How about we meet up in the library in an hour?” I offer.
“How about we go now?”
“I’ll meet you in an hour,” I reiterate.
I try to move, but Ethan’s blocking my way.
“Do you mind?”
He smirks.
“How about I walk you back to your room and wait for you?”
“That’s not necessary.”
Ethan bites his lower lip.
“We can talk along the way.”
Maybe then we won’t even need to go to the library.
“Fine.”
Ethan finally relents and motions for me to walk ahead of him. As I pass, I get the hint of his scent, vanilla and cinnamon, and fuck, he smells entirely edible. It nearly distracts me from the fact that I can feel his eyes locked on my ass. Frustrated, I run a hand down my face and then grip my neck tight.
“Wait,” he mutters.
I turn to face him, and he gives me another long once-over that’s making me question, well, everything.
“What is it? I need to get changed.”
“Why?” Ethan smirks. “Throw a long T-shirt on and you’re good to go.”
