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“Everyone is gonna think something’s up if you don’t go away.” He held up his hand when I started to respond. “And don’t make a sexual comment about that, either. I’ll see you in class.”
He turned on his heel to head in the direction of Livingston’s lecture hall, and I fell in step beside him.
“Look at that, we’re going to the same place.”
Caleb said nothing to that, knowing there was nothing he could do to get rid of me now. Livingston had made sure of that, because for the next hour or so, Caleb would have his gorgeous ass planted in the seat beside mine whether he liked it or not.
“You could look a little less happy about it,” he said.
“Why?” I teetered forward on my toes, my lips near his ear. “There’s no one in here we know.”
“Yes, but everyone knows you.”
“So?”
Caleb stopped halfway down the stairs to our aisle and turned on me, and like this I was a head taller than him. The perfect position to kiss.
“Have you forgotten the way gossip follows you and the rest of your crowd? We hate each other?—”
“Hated. That’s an important distinction to make. I’m not the type to fraternize with the enemy.”
“Right, but no one else knows that.” Caleb’s eyes darted around the rapidly filling lecture hall. “We are still, supposedly, enemies. If you start being all…youwithme, questions are going to be asked. Ones that will get back to?—”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” And he wasn’t wrong. One nosy onlooker or eager eavesdropper and all of Astor would be speculating over just how close I was to my brother?—
Sorry,stepbrother.
“Fine,” I said, following Caleb into our row. “I won’t talk to you the rest of the lecture.”
Caleb tossed his bag to the floor and took his seat. “What are you going to do? Tape your mouth shut?”
I was about to tell him I could think of better ways to shut it, but I merely shrugged and took my seat.
Caleb snorted as I settled in beside him and pulled out my laptop and sketchbook. Then Livingston arrived and launched into what we’d be learning about today. About five minutes in and I zoned out, my eyes wandering instead to the tanned arm beside me, the jean-clad leg only inches from mine, and the fingers tapping on the end of the armrest.
Caleb seemed more restless than ever. But then again, he was usually concentrating on actively hating me, as opposed to today, when I liked to think he was thinking of actively fucking my?—
“Would you stop?” Caleb’s voice pulled me from my little fantasy and back to the lecture hall. “I can’t concentrate with you doing that.”
I glanced down to see I was rubbing my leg up against the side of his. I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it.
I picked up my pen and leaned across to his desk, flipping open his notebook. Then I wrote across the page:
Sorry. Was thinking about sucking your dick and it just happened.
I shoved it back toward Caleb and when he saw what I’d written, he quickly slammed it shut.
“Are you crazy?”
I opened up my sketchbook and wrote:
No. But I’m bored. Play with me?
I turned the page in his direction, and Caleb’s eyes widened.
Well, well, where did your mind just go?I thought.
One blowjob and your mind is in the gutter. What happened to being a good influence?
