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My heels click on the floor as I pull up by the administration office and peer in the half-opendoor.
Blood hums in my veins when I see him standing in the waiting area, talking to someone I’m guessing is anotherteacher.
He’s wearing a green shirt and tie, and I let my gaze drift to his pursed lips, his drawn eyebrows. The way his hair falls across his forehead on the rightside.
The first time I saw him, I thought he washandsome.
I was wrong. Wes Robinson is fuckinghot.
All week, Wes and I have been texting. And all week, I’ve been going on dates with men from his dating app. If I’m honest, it’s been completely different spending time with someone when there are no expectations of sex orfuture.
I have a phone full of notes typed in cabs and on the subway, ideas for how to market thething.
But the biggest revelation this week besides that I found something interesting about each of the men Idated?
It’s that the way I feel about Wes Robinson blows all the other guys out of thewater.
He’s smart and gorgeous and has the kind of drive and integrity I thought was long gone from this world. I like teasing him and challenging him. He makes me work for his smiles, but I’ll work for them all day long because when I get one, it’s enough to cut through all the tension in my body, replace it with a sense of genuine well-being I can’t rememberfeeling.
Wes glances up, saying something to excuse himself, then ducks out the door to where I’m standing. “Hi. You’re the last person I expected to seehere.”
Is it possible he’s changing too? Because the surprised curve of his mouth came out of nowhere. I haven’t even said anything, all I did was showup.
“Stopped by to see Beck. You’re betweenperiods?”
“I have class in ten minutes.” He holds up atextbook.
His blue eyes are especially deep today, and I want to dive in just to see how many ripples I cancreate.
I hold out a hand, and he passes me the book. I flip through it to a diagram of two flies having sex. “Is this what does it foryou?”
Wes raises a brow as if he’s trying to figure out what I’m upto.
“You’re a geneticist. Drosophila”—I read the Latin name off the page—“is your jam, right? It’s what you think of when you’re alone atnight…”
“Who says I’m alone atnight?”
My stomach drops, but I can’t think about it because we’ve got company in thehallway.
A group of teenagers in uniforms pass, a couple of them murmuring hellos to Wes. He nods before turning back to me, sticking his hands in hispockets.
“I stop short of deriving physical pleasure fromthat,” Wes goes on, nodding to thebook.
I don’t miss the girl checking him out, whispering to her friend, but he does. I shouldn’t care that a girl whose boobs haven’t come in is checking out a man that’s not evenmine.
But what can I say. Things have been crazylately.
“Then what does get you off?” I hadn’t planned on flirting with him, but I can’tresist.
His nostrils flare. “Tell me why you’re sointerested.”
I cock my head, pretending to consider. “Well, Kendall got this book on oral sex. It’s pretty much a science, don’t you think?” He doesn’t protest, which in itself is testament to the fact I’ve thrown him. “It’s about experimenting. Reaching an understanding. Finding out how the other person works, what makes them tick, what makes them…explode.”
He turns to start down the hallway, and I fall into step next to him. “You really want to know what gets me off? Achievement. Working harder every day until you get the things that matter to you because you deserve them. Not takingshortcuts.”
That shouldn’t besexy.
It totallyis.
