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He says now, “She’s got all that crap on her eyes. ”
“It’s called eye makeup. ” I peer at the phone. “Actually, that’s a good nighttime eye. I can never get my eyeliner to look that awesome. ”
“You don’t wear that stuff. ”
“Not for everyday, but sometimes if there’s a party or whatever. ”
He frowns at the pictures. “She’s too young. ”
“She’s just trying it out. I was the same at her age. In a big hurry for bras and lipstick, all that stuff. ”
“Yeah, but I doubt you had anybody sniffing after you in Ankeny. It’s different with Franks. She’s got to be smart, or some useless jag-off will get her knocked up before she’s even old enough to know what she wants yet. ”
I watch him type out a text. Wash that shit off your eyes. You’re pretty enough without it.
“Heartwarming. ”
“I’m her brother, not her boyfriend. ”
He’s more like her father, though, I think. The closest thing she has to one.
Standing up, West stretches and drops his phone on the desk. “Can you hand me mine?” I ask. “I need to see if Bridge is going to breakfast before class. ”
He does, then pulls on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I watch his bare chest and stomach disappear from view, sad as always to see them go.
West is smiling when I glance at his face. “What?”
“You. You look like you’re ready to go another round. ”
I swipe my finger over the screen of the phone. “I was barely awake for round one. ”
“Oh, I don’t know. You woke up pretty good by the end. I thought I was gonna have to shove a pillow over your head, keep you from waking up Krish. ”
“You’d probably accidentally suffocate me, you were so busy back there doing your business. ”
“Doing my business?” He sounds offended. I love offending him.
“You know. ” I stare at my phone, flapping a hand at him. “That man-business. Thrust thrust, pant pant. I swear, sometimes I’m not sure why I put up with it. ”
I barely see him coming before he’s grabbing my ankle and yanking me down the bed. I’m all tangled up in the covers, thrashing and laughing, when he crawls on top of me and braces his arms on either side of my head. “Thrust thrust, pant pant? I should spank your ass for that. ”
“I’d like to see you try. ”
His eyes are blazing. “So would I. But I’m gonna be late for class. ” He dips his head and kisses me. “You coming to the library later?”
“Yeah, but I have a group-project thing after lunch, so I’ll be downstairs. ”
“Come up after. ”
He means the fourth floor. Our floor.
I swear, we’re going to get caught, and then he’ll get fired.
He says it’ll be worth it.
“Sure. ”
One more kiss, with tongue, a bump against my hip that’s a hint and a promise, and then he’s moving away. He shoulders his bag as I navigate from texts to missed calls.
