I hold a hand in front of my mouth as I continue to chew. “It’s so good.”
My words seem to make him happy as his smile once again returns, and he sits back looking satisfied.
“I’m glad you like it, Eternity.”
There’s that nickname again.
I put that in the file to ask him about, eventually. Looks like it’s a million and one things now.
Am I in love with Wren? Not yet, but a growing obsession might be a good way to describe it. I can’t get enough of this girl. It’s to the point that I’m willingly studying just to have a reason to spend more time with her.
She’s tough, though; none of my usual tactics have worked, and for a second, I thought maybe she wasn’t interested. But the camera seems to have gotten to her. Some pretty words and a smile won’t do it, only things with meaning, and while that usually would be too much work, with Wren, it makes sense.
I wouldn’t want her any other way.
“Julian, when’s the last time you passed an assignment?” Nolan asks a little too loudly, and I glare at him to let him know how much I don’t approve of his snooping.
His father’s the dean, which means he can access the grades, something I’m sure his father isn’t privy to, or he would have taken it away already.
Now I wish he had.
Nolan doesn’t even look the least bit apologetic for announcing that I’m just about failing every class to the whole dorm, and I flip him the bird.
He’s lucky Wren’s here, or I’d do a lot more, and judging by the smug smirk on his face, he knows it.
Asshole.
I’d been hesitant when he’d sat down with us, his own books ready to go, but so far, he’s been okay with my Pookie.
He’s trying, and that's more than anyone else in this damn dorm can say.
“You're failing?” Wren asks, and damn it, why does she sound so sad about that? I’m not used to anyone but the guys giving a fuck about me. I mean, my parents will care because it looks bad, but they can just throw some money at the school and fix it.
It’s not the same, and seeing the concern shine in her eyes makes my heart swell in my chest just for her.
“I mean, I’m not failing… yet.” I rub the back of my neck and give her my best charming smile.
“But he will be next week when we do midterms.”
“You're not helping, Nolan,” I growl under my breath, despite the fact that we're all close enough that they, of course, both hear me.
“I’m trying to help you not get put on academic suspension." He arches a brow at me as if daring me to say he’s wrong.
I fucking hate it when he’s right.
Smug bastard.
“Ugh!” Pressing the back of my hand to my forehead, I fall back dramatically and, of course, land perfectly on my Pookie’s lap, looking up into her beautiful blue eyes.
She shakes her head at me, but her eyes shine, and failing or not, this feels like a fucking win.
I’ve never felt like this about a woman before. Titus, yeah, but a girl I’ve only known a handful of weeks…
Well, that’s crazy even for me, but here we are.
Her fingers find my hair, running through the longish blue strands she loves to admire, and I let my eyes fall closed.
“If I were a cat, I would be purring right now, just so you know.” I nuzzle further into her hand, and she chuckles, giving a slight tug to the strands currently trapped between her fingers, and it goes right to my cock.
