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Sawyer pouted. “But it was just getting good.”
“Just?” I asked. If I had to remind him about the whole nutting in public thing, I would.
His usual half smirk was his response, and he unbuckled his seatbelt, hopping out of the car. I followed him, getting out and heading around to the back of it. Even though it looked like there wasn’t room for anything back there, there was a teeny, tiny trunk. Sawyer popped it open, and I saw my skateboard sitting there amongst the black fabric, calling out my name.
“As promised,” Sawyer said.
I went for it, picking it up. Its rough board under my fingers—God how I’d missed it.
“Maybe next time you’ll agree to go on a date with no skateboard incentive,” Sawyer suggested, and I looked up at him sharply.
“A date? You mean another one with you?” Why on earth Sawyer felt the need to continue this charade was beyond me. The only one who knew what he was thinking was himself, and even then, I seriously wondered sometimes.
Sawyer nodded, closing the trunk with a pull of his arm. “Maybe next time you can come over, and I—”
Before he was finished, I let out a giggle, waggled my fingers and said, “I’ll see you later, rich boy.” Whatever he was about to say died, and he watched me go, silent for once. All I could think was: Good. I left him speechless. Still too nice. Should’ve said something meaner.
I hurried upstairs, holding onto my skateboard for dear life. No one would ever take it from me again. I’d break their foot before I let anyone take it. Walking to class was miserable, especially since my dorm was so far removed from the main part of campus. I hopped up the stairs to my floor, reaching for my keys as I stood before my room.
Another note was taped to it, but this one was a bit different. It was in an envelope, shut.
What the fuck ever. I didn’t need this shit, and neither did Declan. With my key in the lock, I yanked the note off the door and pushed inside, dropping the note in the trash immediately and tossing my keys onto the bed. Declan sat at his desk, a blanket draped over his shoulders.
“Tell me you’re not jacking off over there,” I said, falling onto my bed while hugging my skateboard to my chest. If I could kiss it without wondering what kind of germs I’d be picking up off it, I would.
Declan was instantly embarrassed. He closed his laptop, turning around to face me in his chair. “No,” he quickly muttered. He wore athletic shorts; a hard-on in those would’ve been obvious, and there was no lotion or tissues around. “I see you got it back.” His cheeks were red, and I sat up, setting my skateboard aside.
“I did,” I said, kicking off my shoes and getting back on my feet. He watched me approach with an expression I couldn’t read. “If you weren’t jacking off, what were you doing?” Whatever it was, he didn’t want me to know. His cheeks were so red, it was adorable.
“Nothing,” he said, but I wasn’t quite finished.
I moved closer to him, grinning, and once I was close enough, I darted for his laptop. If you closed and opened it within a few minutes, you didn’t need to put in a password. I was dying to know anyway; he should’ve known I wouldn’t let this go.
He was faster than me. Declan spun on his chair, grabbing me and pulling me onto his lap, spinning me away from his laptop, facing me in the opposite direction, toward my desk and all of my shit.
“It’s called privacy,” Declan muttered.
I squirmed, trying to escape his grip, but Declan was a lot stronger than he looked. One arm was clamped around my back, the other around my front in a vice-like hold. “No fair,” I whined, all my wiggling to no avail. “You know how nosey I am.” I turned my head toward him, giving him my best pouty face.
Declan was…a bit closer than I thought he was, which was stupid, considering I was on his lap with his arms around me.Of course he was close.
“Let it go,” he advised, his gaze dropping to something just below my nose. My…my lips? Was Declan staring at my lips? Why would he… “Just please, let it go.” I had no idea if he was still talking about me wanting to know what he was doing on his computer before I walked in, and I didn’t care.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
“I tried texting you, but you didn’t respond,” Declan said, looking sheepish. His arms hung around me, refusing to let me go. Sitting on his lap, basically being held hostage, it wasn’t the worst position in the world.
In fact, I kind of liked it.
Just as he was drawn to my lips, I happened to realize his were so very close too. They were a bit fuller than Sawyer’s, and I wondered what kind of kisser he’d be. Soft and gentle, like I imagined, or maybe I was wildly off base and he had an inner alpha waiting to emerge. He had been very upset at the party…
“I was on a date,” I spoke, reminding him. It wasn’t polite to text someone else while you were on a date.
Declan’s stare lingered on my lips still, even as he asked, “Did he try anything?” So curious about me and another guy, something that was honestly not his business. I was his friend, but he wasn’t mine, remember? Telling him how my date was came dangerously close to equal friendship territory.
All I could do was nod, my heart catching at the base of my throat. Why did I feel like leaning in? Why did I feel like kissing him? I’d just kissed Sawyer; I should go wash my mouth with soap, brush my teeth and all that. I shouldn’t be daydreaming about putting my mouth on Declan’s.
Declan’s lips drew into a frown. “I knew it,” he murmured, and I set my hands on his shoulders, running them back a bit, getting them beneath the blanket draped over him. Holy fuck, was he warm.
