“Three words: Slutty. Little. Glasses.”
“Fender Warren,” she exclaims. “Did you score yourself a hot nerd?”
I try for my best unimpressed glare, but I only manage miserable. I barely slept after crawling into my bed this morning, fucked-out and heart-sore and already missing the smell of his skin.
“Oh.” Comprehension dawns on her features. “You scored a hot nerd. How bad is it?”
“So bad,” I wail. “And he’s the babiest of baby bis ever, so he’s definitely losing his shit today.”
“That’s never bothered you before.”
“Rule Number Three, Libby! Of course I’m not supposed to be bothered. That’s why I’m so fucked.”
She’s full-on laughing at me now. “Did you at least get his number?”
“Of course not! That would have been reasonable. Something a stable, optimistic person would do.”Why isn’t she taking this seriously?“I don’t know how todate. Do I look like boyfriend material to you?”
“You look pretty pathetic, actually.”
“Not helping. I need a drink. Or a manicure. Or several drinks and a manicure. Anything to stop me from crawling back to bed for the next year.”
“It’s not even ten in the morning, and we have classes to get to. Why even come to school if you wanted to wallow all day?”
“Because I needed some sage advice from my best friend, and I foolishly thought that was you. Please, Lib,” I beg. “I need you to tell me what to do.”
“Too late.”
“I swear to god, if you don’t start being helpful, you’re fired.”
“This is me being helpful.” She jerks her chin over my shoulder. “Hot nerd incoming. And from the way he’s locked in on you, I’m guessing he’s your boy.”
“What?” Coffee scalds my fingers as I whirl around. And then the whole cup is on the ground because Ollie ishere, and he’spicking me up, and he’skissing mein the middle of the quad while the morning coed traffic streams around us.
“What are you doing?” I gasp when I come up for air.
“Kissing you. That’s okay, isn’t it?” A furrow appears between his brows.
“But…people canseeyou.”
If anything, he only gets more confused.
“So? Is PDA not allowed? Oh shit. Am I embarrassing you?” His horror has me tightening my arms around his neck to keep him from pulling away.
“No. I just…wasn’t expecting it. This doesn’t usually happen to me after a hookup,” I admit. Ishe a hookup? Or…?
“But it’s okay?” he asks again, then buries his face in my neck. “I missed you when I woke up this morning.”
…something more.
“Very okay.” Stretching up on my toes, I recapture his mouth.How did I already forget how good he tastes?
“Well,hello.”
Oh, right. Libby is here. Reluctantly, I disentangle myself, although I don’t mind at all when Ollie’s hand drops and lingers on the small of my back, his fingers tracking over the exposed skin above my jeans.
“Looking for pink lace?” I tease under my breath. The look he shoots me sends shivers down my spine, and I try not to choke on the sudden urge to lick him. “This is my former best friend, Libby. Libby, this is Ollie.”
“The hot nerd.” She gives him an appraising once-over. “You’re very boyfriend-shaped.”
