She winks. I groan.
How does she know? She can’t see my hands under the blankets. I jerk my head up to look down at my covered body, and she bursts out laughing.
“Oh, I don’t need to see where your hands are to know exactly what you’re doing. Your face is flushed, you have sex hair, and like I said, the noises. I misinterpreted the noises.”
My mouth falls open. Okay, we’ve been friends for a couple weeks, and sure, she stayed over last night because it got too late for her to drive home when we got sucked into studying, but this? I’m never going to be able to look her in the eye again.
Sucked. Oh, good grief, I’ll never be able to use that word again without thinking about Ares de la Peña sucking on my skin.
Tori is still staring at me. Cripes. I need a new best friend, and Ijustgot this one.
She grins and shakes her head. “It’s all good. No judgment here. But we will need to get you laid because, girl, you need to fuck that boy all the way out of your system.”
Heart still racing, I open my mouth, but she holds up her hand. “Don’t even. Don’t you dare try to convince me you don’t know what I’m talking about. I heard exactly who you were dreaming about. Plus, we talked about his pierced peen last night…”
Wedid no such thing.Shetold me the gossip she overheard in the girl’s bathrooms about the de la Penis.
She winks again before turning to leave. “I was thinking of having some hot chocolate for breakfast since you seem to have a collection of packets from Bitches Brew on the table. I didn’t realize you had, like, a real hot chocolate problem. Again, no judgment.”
When I pull myself together and follow her out into the kitchen, my face is on fire. She’s standing over the pile of hot chocolate packets grinning. “Do we need an intervention?”
“I don’t think so.” This is where I tell her that I have…a stalker? Admirer? It’s a fine line. That someone’s leaving me packets of my favorite drink at places I frequent around campus.
“What? What’s with that face?” She points her finger at me, face pinched, head tilted. She definitely has the mama instinct that knows when something is up.
I drag in a breath then heave out a sigh. “Someone is leaving them for me.”
“Someone is leaving you hot chocolate packets?”
Yeah, I know. It totally sounds ridiculous. But I nod anyway.
She folds her arms. “I need more information.”
“On my regular treadmill at the gym, under my windshield wiper, even at my favorite table in the library.”
She snorts. “I’m going to ignore the fact you have a favorite treadmill at the gym. Clearly that boy needs to fuck you all the way out of his system, too.”
“Who? Ares?” Was he the first guy that came to mind because I was dreaming about his fingers inside me? “It can’t be him.”
Her brows jump. “Why not?”
It’s my turn to snort. “He’d have to know where the library is.”
We both collapse into giggles. Being friends with Tori has reminded me what it’s like to throw caution to the wind and belly laugh so hard that milk comes out your nose.
“Okay. Fair point, well made. That doesn’t give any clue as to who we think it might be.” She levels me with her Mom Stare. I’ve seen her give it to her son, Wyatt, a couple times, though it doesn’t seem to have the same bone chilling effect on him as it does on me. “Are you holding out on me, bestie?” She wags her finger.
I’m not sure how her little boy doesn’t spend his life terrified of her. She’s a force.
“I have no idea. I’ve been chatting to a guy in chem class a little, but it’s not like that.” I shrug. “It’s not.”
Her lips curve into a smile as she shakes the baggie of hot chocolate at me. “Someone’s into you. This is adorable. Master level observation. They clearly know you have a hot chocolate obsession. Oh!” She tosses it onto the table with the others. “Could it be Taryn? She’s served you damn near daily for weeks now.”
I arch a brow. “You think the bright, vibrant, extrovert barista has a thing for… me?” I hold up a finger to buy me some time as another wave of laughter rolls through my body. My whole being shakes with amusement as she watches, lips pursed.
“Opposites attract, El. I’ve seen it happen. There are movies and shit. And try to deflect all you want,someoneis leaving you baggies of powder around campus.” She offers me another grin. “Most students have a coke dealer; you have a cocoa dealer.” Cracking up at her own joke, she needs a minute to regain her composure.
“That… or…” Her eyes widen. “Oh my god! Are you stealing gifts meant for someone else?”
