“What’syourtype, Ethan?” Grey’s eyes smoldered at me, the fire barely contained within threatening to engulf me. His leg brushed against mine, sending waves of electricity up and down my spine, the jolts so intense, they were almost painful.
“I’m not sure,” I said, too distracted by his touch, unable to think up a lie. Then my brain finally caught up. “Probably not the school hotshot that everyone wants.”
Grey didn’t bat an eye. “What if said ‘hotshot’ wasn’t distracted by any of those other people?”
I swallowed, unsure of what to say next.Is he implying that he only has eyes for me? That no matter how many beautiful people throw themselves at him, he wants me?That couldn’t be it. Because if it was true, I had no idea what to do with that information.What could a guy who’d only ever liked girls do when another guy said he wanted to be with him?
“What is your type, Grey?” The question was safer to ask than answer his previous one.
“Hmm,” he said. “I like the mysterious but innocent type. The kind where you know they have a lot going on in their headat all times, but they keep it to themselves. The type who are sweet and easily flustered.”
My cheeks warmed. “And this could be a guy or a girl?”
Grey shrugged. “I generally prefer guys.”
My heart stopped beating long enough for me to worry about it. When it began again, my face was on fire. I opened my mouth to ask him if he was talking about me. I wasn’t sure if it was bravery or stupidity that made me ready to ask. But the moment I opened my mouth, I heard a female voice.
“Grey! There you are!” Heels clicked across the coffee shop floor, and a second later, Carina stepped into view. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
I winced and pulled back from Grey. In the heat of our conversation, I’d managed to forget about Carina’s existence. I wasn’t all too pleased to be reminded of her. She looked at me with a mixture of distrust and confusion, like she knew what was going on but didn’t want to be right.
Part of me felt indignant at that assumption.How could she know what was going on? Do I even know?
“Carina, I’m fine.” Grey got to his feet to greet his girlfriend. “This is Ethan, from my class.”
“Nice to meet you,” I lied through my goddamn teeth.
“Pleasure,” Carina said, equally as sarcastic.
She held out her hand, and I shook it. Her hand was so small and soft. It felt like I would break her if I wasn’t careful.
“Grey, we have that lunch with my sorority in a bit, remember?”
“Right,” Grey said, truly flustered for the first time that I’d seen. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later, Ethan.”
“See you later,” I said, disappointment bearing down on me. I didn’t want our conversation to end. It had been unexpectedly fun. The disappointment twisted into frustration because I hadn’t asked for this. I hadn’t sought him out. I’d been mindingmy own business, and he’d come here to talk to me about ourtypesand having eyes for only one person.
What a load of shit.
“Oh, and, Grey,” I said as he and Carina turned to leave.
He looked back at me expectantly.
“In regards to your question about the hotshot who doesn’t have eyes for any others, I’ll have to see it to believe it.”
Chapter 6
Let Me Down
Grey looked down at me. “Ethan,” he whispered.
His voice was so low, so passionate, my body yearned to be closer to his. I lay on my back in bed, and he hovered over me, shirtless. I traced the lines of his muscled arms, across his collarbone and down his chest with shaking hands. Icravedhim.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
Grey smiled and leaned his head down until his lips found mine.
It was exactly as I’d imagined it would be—firm, rough, and unyielding. But what I didn’t expect was the salty sweetness of his taste. His tongue teased my bottom lip before he deepened the kiss. My back arched as my body tried to draw itself into him. No matter how close we became, or how much we pressed together, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. No, Ineededmore.
