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I’m not the guy with condoms and beef stew in my car.
I didn’t say it, though. I was too busy smiling like a complete idiot.
West’s grin has that effect on me. He doesn’t deploy it often, but when he does, I go brain dead.
Also, the world had gotten kind of fuzzy and sideways at the edges. My hip hit something hard, which upon further investigation turned out to be his car door, and then I was sinking down, resting my forehead against the hot front tire and saying, “It’s because they don’t have helper monkeys. ”
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bsp; I don’t even know what I meant. I was all addled and sleepy suddenly, and he was really close, reaching for me. I felt his breath on my neck, heard him mumble something about get inside and you.
I liked the sound of that.
A heavy weight on my shoulders turned out to be his arm coming around me, easing me down onto my back. For one slow, perfect beat of my heart, he was poised on his elbows above me, his hips pressing into mine. He smelled good. Warm and rich, like something amazing to eat that would melt on my tongue.
Then he shifted away, and we were lying side by side on the ground. I wondered vaguely if my desire for him to climb back on top of me made me a bad girlfriend. Did it count as cheating? Because I liked his hands on me. I liked the smell of him.
I closed my eyes and breathed in West Leavitt and green grass and warm earth.
I’m pretty sure I was still smiling when I lost consciousness.
Bridget hails me from beside the glass-paned doors that mark the entry to the dining hall.
She’s beaming the whole time I cross the lobby, right up until I get close enough for her to see my face.
“What happened to your nose?”
“It collided with an elbow. ”
“You’re going to have to explain that. ”
“Yeah, I know. But give me a second. ”
We go through the doors, grab trays, and wait for the handful of students in front of us to make their way down the line before I dive in. “You know the fight? West and Nate? I kind of got caught in the crossfire. ”
“Nate hit you? Oh my gosh! That’s terrible. Did you call security? Because that’s serious, Caroline. I’m not even kidding, you can’t let this keep going on like it is, or—”
I touch her arm to stop the stream of words. Bridget talks like a faucet. She’s either on or she’s off. You have to interrupt the flow if you want to get a word in edgewise. “It wasn’t Nate. West elbowed me, I think. Neither of us was too sure, actually. ”
Her eyes get huge. “You talked to him?”
I know what she’s imagining—West and me huddled somewhere private and intimate, and him holding a warm compress to my forehead. That’s how I met her, in fact. I had passed out next to West’s car, and I woke up on my dorm bed with a cold paper towel on my head and Bridget leaning over me, all forehead wrinkles and concerned blue eyes, like some kind of adorable red-haired, freckle-faced angel.
“Not really,” I say. “That’s a good color on you. ”
It’s the truth: Bridget looks good in blue. But mostly I tell her because she’s a jock—a long-distance runner on the track team—and I make a habit of complimenting her whenever she wears normal clothes, just to encourage the practice.
We’re making our way down the hot-food line now. “Do you have chicken without the fried stuff on?” she asks the student worker.
“No, just what you see. ”
“Okay, thanks. ” She’s in training, so she’s super careful about what she eats.
I take a plate of chicken-patty parmesan and two chocolate mint brownies. I have bigger things to worry about at the moment than calories.
“Don’t even think I didn’t notice you changing the subject,” Bridget says when we’ve made our way from the line to the salad bar, where she loads up on hard-boiled eggs and greens. “I need to know what he said. Like, was he still mad from fighting, or was he nice? Did you guys go somewhere quiet, or were you in a crowd? How upset was he that he hit you? Because Krishna says—”
“He didn’t say anything,” I clarify. “He had to leave so he didn’t get caught and end up expelled or whatever. ”
