I missed her, and the idea of just being around her things helped take the edge off.
I fucking missed her.
The heat of her body next to me, her hand tangled in mine, the scent of her body and sweat enveloping me like a throw blanket. Shit. Who the hell was I kidding? I missed every little molecule that made her who she was—her smile, the way her dark strands danced in the wind, the sound of her laugh. Everything.
I was completely and utterly fucked.
Obsessedwasn’t a big enough word for how I felt when it came to Sadie.
The weekend had come and gone in a blur.
The hike had ended up being the two of us since it seemed the Omega party had lasted a little too late into the night and Ferguson had woken up hungover. I could still remember the way she’d looked up at me with a warmth that shot right through me saying she was glad I’d decided to join her. It was cute she thought she had a choice. If I hadn’t made a move last night like I had, I would have followed her onto this thing because I’d be damned if she explored the desert trails on her own.
I’d let her lead us on the hike, and she hadn’t been kidding about how much she loved it. I didn’t mind it. I mean, I wished there were more trees and we weren’t in the middle of the desert, but as she pointed things out, I started to see the beauty where our school was located for the first time since I’d transferred.
She’d told me about how busy she had been with work and classes, that she hadn’t had a chance to go on a hike since early summer. Which made sense why I hadn’t known about this side of her. I liked knowing so much about her yet still discovering new things. Hiking might not have been my idea of a good time, but I could get into it if it meant she kissed me the way she did once we had reached the peak of the canyon we’d climbed. She’d tried to do more than kiss, but I’d stopped it, not sure of who else could be out there. I wasn’t willing to risk anyone seeing what belonged to me.
A knock sounded at my door, and I lifted my head just in time to see Jeremy pop his head in.
“Hey,” he called. I jutted my chin towards him. “You coming to weight training?” I grunted my confirmation. “Man of few words today. Wonder if that’s because a certain someone isn’t with you,” he teased, and I glared at him. “Fine,” he sighed heavily, knowing how to read my mood.
Not that I was in a bad one; I just missed my girl.
The weekend had been great.
The hike. Cooking dinner together at her place and watching a movie downstairs before taking her out for ice cream down in the main part of town before heading back to her room, where I took my time exploring and discovering every fucking inch of her body. I’d lucked out that Sadie’s roommate was going to be gone, so I could work my sweet little bird into singing nice and loud for me all through the night and early morning. Speaking of…
“What’s going on with you and Sadie’s roommate?” I asked, not bothering with jokes or small talk.
“None of your business. What’s going on with you and Teresa’s roommate?” he countered. My lips twitched into an evil smirk.
“None of your business,” I volleyed his words back at him.
“Hmm,” he sighed, shaking his head. “That right, huh? So, if I told you I saw Fergie sniffing around just a couple of minutes ago, you wouldn’t give a shit?”
“Fergie? Ferguson, our pitcher? What do you mean, sniffing around?” I sat up on my bed and stared at my friend.
“I mean exactly what I said. Fergie looked pretty chummy with her?—“
“When?” A muscle at my jaw twitched with annoyance.
I’d kept my distance today, trying not to follow her around, keep an eye like I had for the past two months. I’d tried to be… normal. It’d rubbed against the grain to do it, to put space between us, but fuck me, now I knew I’d messed up.
“Just a couple minutes ago. Downstairs. She was working at the?—“
“Dining hall,” I cut him off. There wasn’t a fucking thing I didn’t know about her schedule.
I got up and tossed a shirt over my head.
“Wait, what are you going to do? You know you can’t go kicking every guy’s ass who talks to her,” he said, as if that somehow made logical sense. Logically, maybe it did, but myfucking brain had been rewired and fucked up, so things like common sense and logic had beenAlt-Controldeleted.
“Wanna bet?” I slipped into my sneakers. When Jer’s heavy hand touched my shoulder, I turned.
“You can’t do that.” He sighed. “He’s on our team.”
“And?”
“And he’s a good guy. He doesn’t know about the two of you.” I hated how much sense Jeremy made.
