Felt the air hum, warm and comforting, between us. I liked what I saw and was turned on by every cute inch of Cammie, but there was something more here. Something like I’d found a piece of myself here in the library that I hadn’t known had been missing.
“Hey, Zeb,” another girl said as she walked by, this time being bold enough to swipe her fingers over my shoulder as if we knew each other.
I glanced up. Sleek black hair. Tight leggings and cropped hoodie that showcased her figure. I recognized her from parties. She may have hooked up with one of my teammates, or maybe even several of them based on locker room talk, but I had never said more than hi to her.
In the second of distraction, Cammie grabbed a spiral notebook and flipped to a blank page. Whatever bubble that had been formed around us, even for a short time, had been popped.
“I don’t know her,” I admitted after she was long gone.
Cammie shrugged, grabbed the pencil that had been tucked behind her ear. “Okay.” She flicked her blue gaze up to mine. “Genomes. Let’s break it down.”
So for the rest of the tutor time, that’s what we did. She helped me figure out the section I was strugglingwith to up the chances of getting a solid grade on the midterm to make coach happy.
We began to pack up. At least I did. I stuffed the textbook and new notes into my backpack. “You’re not leaving?” I asked.
She waved her hand at the books. “Got my own studying to do now.”
I arched a brow. “Now?”
She shrugged. “I have an exam and stuff due tomorrow, too.”
Tomorrow was the last day of midterms. Besides the game on Saturday, we were off for fall break and I could sleep in all I wanted.
“You live in the dorms?” I asked.
She cocked her head. “Yeah. In Van Hoff. Why?”
Van Hoff was on the far side of campus.
“How are you getting back there later?”
“Walking.”
I didn’t need to glance out the window to know it was already dark.
“I’m walking you.”
Behind her glasses, her eyes were confused. “Now?”
“Now, later, you’re not walking by yourself.”
“I do it all the time,” she countered.
My jaw clenched thinking of a little peanut like her being out at night all alone. She was easy pickings.
“Not any longer,” I said, my voice low and even. “You want me to sit with you until you’re done?”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’d do that?”
I nodded.
She blinked once, then again. “I guess I’ll study in my room then so you don’t have to wait.”
I watched her pack her things and when she picked up her backpack to sling it over her shoulder, I put it over mine.
On our way out, I looked her over.
She had to be a little over five feet, maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. Without the table between us, I got to see her legs. She had on black leggings, but her t-shirt and sweater covered all the good parts, like her toned thighs and ass.
