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As usual she’d been perfect about it. Even went as far as to assure him she expected a guy like him who hadn’t had a girlfriend in years to have lots of ladyfriends. That didn’t exactly make him feel better. She may as well have called him a man whore and that’s not the image he wanted her to have of him. Sure, he’d been free to do as he pleased with whomever he pleased for years. But not anymore damn it, and each time he’d thought he’d gained a little traction in conveying this, a new exasperating incident had him scrambling again.
Only thing that calmed his growing anxiety about blowing this with her, was that yesterday she’d also added something she hadn’t mentioned after the other instances in the past three weeks. She said as long as he continued to be completely honest with her and they stuck to their agreement, she didn’t expect his past to just disappear. Then she’d laughed at his yet again racing heart.
It was almost midnight and Byron and Savannah were still video chatting. Unlike yesterday, she hadn’t been able to get out of her late class and had another assignment and some reading she needed to finish tonight. Even then Byron had managed to weasel his way into her study time. She had an exam tomorrow and he told her to email her the study material. He’d been helping her cram for it. But they were wrapping it up because the exam was for her morning class.
“I get to see you tomorrow night though, right?”
As always, she smiled brightly anytime, he was so shamelessly blatant about how anxious he was to be with her again. Here they’d be spending the whole weekend together and Byron was trying to sneak even more time with her beforehand. But Byron didn’t even care anymore. The fact that she’d warned him that he’d very likely be in for some more grilling from the rest of her extended family and he still agreed to go to her grandparents’ bash said enough.
“Yes. My late afternoon class was cancelled again. I guess the professor has the flu or something. So, I’ll have time to finish my homework early again.”
Byron’s mind was already racing before she’d even finished speaking. They’d been so busy with her cramming and talk of this weekend they hadn’t discussed her schedule tomorrow. “Wait, so you can be here even earlier than usual?”
She nodded smiling giddy. “Actually, I could be therewayearly because I can leave class as soon as I’m done with my exam tomorrow morning. Which means I’ll be able to start on my homework as soon as I’m home. But you’re closing tomorrow, right?”
“I can change that. How early is way early?”
Her giggling had him smiling like an idiot, but he knew his too excitable heart had a lot to do with it also. In the past three weeks they’d hung out at least four times a week, but he’d had her to himselfallday less than a handful of those times. He knew their weekend was just days away, but this was even better.
“Well, class starts at eight and they give us three hours to finish the exam, but it usually takes me just a little over one.”
Byron who’d been lying back in bed chatting with her on his laptop sat up suddenly. “So, you could be here as early as nine in the morning?”
She smiled big nodding again though her broad smile seemed a bit nervous. Kind of like what Byron was suddenly feeling knowing he might have her to himself for four whole days. Well, to himself for two of them. The other two days the rest of her ginormous family would be around the whole time. But he’d worry about that later.
“If I finish in an hour’s time, I’d still have to go home and do my homework—”
“Bring it here. Do it here.” He smiled big just as his phone rang.
“Is that your phone ringing?”
Feeling slightly alarmed about who might be calling him at this hour he leaned over to grab it off his nightstand. “Yeah, give me a sec.” The moment he saw the name on the screen,Kitty Kat, he nearly groaned as he sent it to voicemail but wouldseriouslybe considering changing his number now.
“Everything okay?”
Say it’s spam. An eight-hundred number you don’t recognize. A restricted number, the kind you never answer. Anything but the truth—only he refused to lie. “Someone I hadn’t heard from in so long I forgot I knew her.” Savannah’s bright eyes waned a little, so he added quickly as he once again tapped his phone screen in full view of his laptop. “And someone I’m about to block.” Tap, tap, tap.
Fuck me.
He seriously had to refrain from groaning, but he wasdeterminedto be honest. Even if this happening over and over again would likely start spiking his blood pressure. He knew he’d had a good list of lady friends, but he swore toChristhe’d never been this fucking popular with them before. It’s like he was being punked with this shit already.
“Done.” He glanced up surprised to see her smirking. “What?”
“I like seeing you squirm.” She chuckled. Fuckingchuckledas he wiped his hand over his mouth. “Oh my God, was that sweat beads you just wiped away from your upper lip?”
She was in sudden full blown Savannah stitches as she covered her mouth, likely trying not to wake her roommate with her laughing.
Byron threw his phone down onto his bed in a feigned hissy fit. But he couldn’t refrain from smirking as he took in Savannah’s still snickering face on the screen. “That’s it I’m changing my phone number tomorrow. My heart can’t take this shit anymore.”
“Seriously,” she nodded still smirking wickedly. “That’s why I turn my phone off when I’m chatting with you on my laptop.”
Feeling his brows jump, Byron sat up a little straighter. “You do? Andthat’swhy you turn it off, Savannah?”
“I kid! I kid!” She picked up her phone and showed Byron the screen that was very much on. But the big, beautiful smile faded a bit as she shook her head. “Listen, I told you yesterday. I’m not expecting everyone in your past to just disappear. The fact that you were so adamant that very first week about making sure we weren’t doing . . .” She paused to clear her throat. “Thiswith anyone else, spoke volumes to me. Still does. So, anyone still showing upuninvitedor reaching out.” She motioned in the direction of where he’d thrown his phone. “Won’t be an instant freak out for me. Unless there’s actual reason why it should be. But I’ll always give you the benefit of the doubt, first. I promise.” Before Byron could address her,thiscomment, she smiled big again. “Now about tomorrow . . .?”
Preferring not to continue dwelling on this crap, or risk sounding pushy about what he was determined not to push about, he eagerly got back to discussing a safer more pleasant subject. Spending what was turning out to be four full days with her. After getting it all straight it was settled. She’d be coming down tomorrow after her test and while he didn’t push for clarification of what she consideredthisto be, he did make sure he’d have her for those four days.
“Just bring whatever bags you’re taking to La Jolla tomorrow.”
