“Lovely.” I keep my tone casual, not at all envisioning Gabriel’s naked body. My cheeks heat and I chew my bottom lip. Turning in my seat, I fold my arms over my chest, determined to ignore his existence, but he continues like I haven’t spoken at all as he idly plays withmypen.
“Mostly my arms and legs.”
“Mostly?” My mind catches on the word and I mutter a curse. He continues drawing me into talking to him. Urgh.Ignore him, Cecilia.Only now my mind wants to know what else he shaves. If he mostly shaves his arms and legs, that means he shaves somewhere else too, right?
My gaze flicks over him and he watches me, granting me his full, undivided attention.
Okay, so arms and legs he admits to. Face is a given. His neck is bare, though, naturally, I would assume. I don’t see any chest hair peeking out of his shirt, not that that is overtly telling.Why am I even thinking about this?
My eyes dip lower.
Gabriel chuckles, and too late I realize I just looked at his crotch and he totally caught me. Oh my god. My face flames with embarrassment.
“Not that,” he says with a smirk. “I trim. All dudes should. But I’m not bare as a baby down there.”
My face and neck burn and I glance around the room, looking anywhere but at him when he laughs out loud again.
“Sorry, that was rude,” I mutter.
“Nah, we’re good.”
I meet his gaze briefly and give him a small nod. “Thanks.”
“But—” he draws out the word. “It's only fair we even the score, don’t you think? I told you mine. You tell me yours?”
My eyes narrow. “If I do, will you finally return my pen?”
His eyes light up with mischief. “Sure. Answer my questions and—“ He holds out my pen and I move to grab it, but he pulls back at the last second. “Then you can have your pen.”
“Fine.”
His smile widens and he quirks a single brow before asking, “Arms?”
I shake my head. “No.” If I swam competitively I would, but I don’t see that happening in this lifetime so why bother?
“Legs?”
I nod. That one is a given.
“Underarms?”
I snort and follow it up with another nod. There’s nothing wrong with girls who don’t shave their pits. If that’s your stick or if you’re one of the Ra-Ra female empowerment types, good for you. But, I’ve formed no attachment to my underarm hair and prefer it to be gone.
“Pussy?” he asks, not bothering to keep his voice down.
I choke on a breath and glance around to see if anyone else heard before exhaling a breath of relief. Looks like the rest of theclass is too distracted with their own conversations to pay any attention to ours. Thank god.
“Shhh,” I hiss, giving him awhat the hell?glare. The least he could do is keep his voice down when he says something like that.
Gabriel rolls his eyes. “Relax. No one here cares,” he says. When all I do is glare at him, he asks, “Want me to repeat the question?”
“No.”
“No, you don’t shave your pussy? Or no, I don’t need to repeat the question?”
My eyes flare in annoyance. “Keep your voice down.”
“Why? Our professor isn’t here yet and I’m pretty sure no one in the room is offended by the word pussy.”
