Page 3 of For One Night

“Junior.” He side eyes me. “How did two freshmen get into a 201 class?”

Millie slings her hair over her shoulder. “We’re brilliant.”

“Apparently.” Carter lifts his brow. “Maybe I’ll need tutoring.”

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

He offers his hand. “By the way, Carter Eastman.”

“Haven’t we done this already?” I narrow my eyes.

“Not officially.”

“Oh! Well, Carter Eastman, I’m Lolita Felice Turner.” I take his hand with a grin.

“Lolita, huh?”

“Yeah, now you know why I go by Lola.”

“I like Lolita.” He winks.

“And I’m Amelia Dobson.” She waves from beside me.

Carter leans in, pushing against me. “Carter.” She takes his hand with a firm grip and shakes.

“Nice grip.”

“Thank you, I played softball in high school,” Millie replies as they look at me.

I throw my hands up. “I was a wallflower, never did a thing to stand out.”

“I doubt that.” Carter’s lip quirks.

As we reach the doors to the cafeteria, Carter grabs the handle. “Ladies.” Millie walks through before me, giving him a chance to nab my arm. “When’s your next class?”

“Tomorrow.” I swallow hard.

“Good to know.”

“C’mon you two, I’m hungry!” Millie yells as I slip under Carter’s arm and through the door.

We find seats, order food, and talk for hours. When Millie gets a call, Carter turns to me. “How about we go somewhere we can talk.”

“You mean, alone?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, like grown-ups.”

My stomach knots. Play it cool. “Sure, I can do that.”

“Hey, guys, I need to go.” Millie stands, grabbing her bag. “My roommate has crashed and burned her first day. I think she wants to go home.”

“The first year is the toughest, but she’ll be okay,” Carter says.

I take out my phone, pulling up my contacts. “I need your info!”

“Well, of course.” She takes it and types furiously. “Hit me up later.”

I stand and pull her into a quick hug and shove my phone in my pocket. “Will do, Mill.” She hurries out the door as Carter turns to me.