Boy, had he fucked up.
Because Cameron was fucking gorgeous and all I wanted to do was to get her to smile. Get her to blush. Get her to kiss me. Get her to scream my fucking name as I made her come.
The best thing of all? She had no idea who I was. She was stumped about people staring at me. Shedidn’t know it, but it happened wherever I went. I got fist bumps, bro hugs, and ladies saying hi and batting their fake eyelashes at me. The first semester, it had been cool, especially being the youngest of nine in my family.
I got attention here at college. People saw me as the guy who was winning games, not the youngest Wilder brother. Not the little kid. Here on campus, I was the man. Then it got old.Realold, with people thinking because I was the face of the football team, the guy who’d singlehandedly brought wins and bowl trophies back to Montana, that they deserved a piece of me.
Cammie didn’t seem to care that I played football. I didn’t even think she knew I did even though I was wearing my football hoodie.
She was settled in one of the uncomfortable wood chairs with books and papers piled around her. Her laptop was open, but the screen was dark. She seemed dwarfed behind it all, making it very clear that she was small. Breakable.
Her thick glasses didn’t hide her bright blue eyes, round face, pert nose, and narrow but full fuck-me lips. She didn’t have on a lick of makeup and her hair was piled on her head in a way that indicated she may have slept with it like that. It was long, wild, and I hadto wonder how far it fell down over her shoulders. Would it brush her nipples–nipples that were hard little points against her white shirt?
Her gray cardigan was thick and soft, perfect for this cold weather we were having, but it looked like something my size. That only made my dick go hard thinking about her wearing my clothes, andonlymy clothes.
And the pencil she’d lost in her hair? Cute as fuck.
I was fucked. F.U.C.K.E.D. I didn’t give a shit about genetics or football or anything but learning more about her. I wanted to studyCammie.
But I’d learned that nothing drove a woman away more than a psycho and while I wasn’t one, I didn’t want her to think it. That I was obsessed from one look.
When she asked me if I had my genetics textbook, the last thing I wanted to do was study, but that meant being with her. I had the next… eighty-five minutes to figure out a way to see her again outside of tutoring.
I pulled the heavy textbook from my backpack and set it on the table between us. “Yeah, midterm’s tomorrow. It covers the first eight chapters. I’m good except for genomes, specifically whole-genome sequencing.”
“What chapter is that?”
“Six.”
“Let’s jump there.”
She grabbed my book and flipped through it until she got to the section that was really fucking tough.
“What’s your major?” she asked.
“Ag.”
Her eyes widened.
I tipped my head a little. “You pegged me as a business major or maybe kinesiology?”
She smiled and a blush stained her cheeks. “Maybe. How come ag?”
“My family has a ranch. A few hours east of here. I want to help run it so Agricultural Studies was the best fit. I’m focusing on Animal Science and Agricultural Economics.”
She smiled and I felt it in my gut more than a sack in a game. “That’s really great.”
I was used to serious praise when it came to football. Maybe it was well deserved, because I was good at it, but it always felt… fake or someone buttering me up. Her little compliment meant a lot because I knew it was real and had zero to do with the sport.
“What about you?”
“Elementary education.”
I knew nothing about her, but teaching seemed to suit her.
I stared.
She stared back.
