My brother is either out of his mind or a liar, or maybe both.
“I like spending time with you, too.”
Monday, when I go down to the cafeteria, I stop dead in my tracks when I see Rose hanging off of Gavin.
I shouldn’t be surprised; he seems like the kind of guy who would love the attention, and from the look of his pink cheeks, I imagine I’m right. Even so, it stings.
Gavin isn’t my friend, not by a long shot, but he’d been less prickly lately, so my dumbass had thought there might be hope.
Judging by the way Rose looks me up and down like I’m the shit on the bottom of her shoe, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that’s not going to happen.
“Pookie!” I feel my face heat so fast, I worry I might catch fire as Julian leans back in his chair to peer around Titus and obnoxiously waves as if anyone could miss him.
If Rose’s face was sour before, she looks ready to kill me now.
“Pookie!” he shouts again, and I wish the floor would open and drop me into hell, but I know that won’t happen. I also know Julian, which means I’m well aware of the fact that he won’t stop yelling until he gets what he wants, and right now that’s for me to be over there.
I speed-walk toward him and damn him and that adorable grin that curls his lips when he sees me coming.
Nobody should look so happy to see me, and so damn sexy, while I want to smack the crap out of them.
It’s just not fair.
Ever since the other day when I woke up on his bed and we… cuddled, I can hardly think of anything but the way his lips feel on mine whenever I see him.
I’ve even dreamt about what might have happened if he hadn’t decided we should ‘take it slow,’ and yeah, I shouldn’t be thinking about this now, here with him and very much so in public.
Julez opens his mouth, no doubt to call out to me again despite me being only feet away, and I nearly lunge the rest of the way, slapping my hand over his mouth.
“I’m here, Blue, hush,” I whisper-shout, and when he looks up at me, I see the mirth that shines in his eyes a moment before he licks my hand.
“Ew!!” I yank my hand away and stumble back a step before I think better of it and quickly move to wipe my now moist hand on his cheek. He freezes, and for a second, I worry I upset him before he barks a laugh so loud that I jump.
His arm snaps out and wraps around my waist, yanking me onto his lap before he turns us both back to the table.
“Fuck, you’re just so damn cute.” He nuzzles into my neck, and I feel the heat of his words and the brush of his lips on the sensitive skin.
Dear God, it’s like his lips have a direct line to my very needy vagina, and it takes way more effort than it should to stop myself from squirming in his lap and letting him know exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Barf.”
I feel the way Julian goes still, and when I look up, I find Rose looking a little less mean-girl and a hell of a lot more terrified.
What the hell?
I attempt to turn and look at Julian, but he holds me tight, not letting me budge.
“If you have a problem with the way I love on my Pookie, you’re more than welcome tofuck off.” The bite in his tone makes my eyes go wide. I’ve never heard him talk like that before, and while it’s intimidating as hell, I can’t deny it’s also a little bit sexy to know he’s defending me, us.
Rose, of course, bounces back like the silicone in her no-doubt fake tits. Rolling her eyes, she flicks her hair over her shoulder before linking her arm with Gavin’s.
“Let’s get out of here, Gavie,” she whines, with that super nasally, super fake-sweet voice she loves to use around guys.
Gavin seems confused for a moment, looking around at the others, but when she huffs in annoyance, he all but scrambles to his feet and follows after her, carrying both of their trays.
Poor guy.
“Don’t worry about him, Wren. He’ll pull his head out of his ass, eventually.” I turn to Nolan, who sits beside Gavin’s now-empty spot, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to deny his words. To tell him I wasn’t worrying because what kind of crazy person would worry about someone who clearly hates them?
