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I smile. “Yes, silly you, you must have gotten confused,” I play along and it feels damn good. I like the way she’s looking at me. I hand her the pants and she takes them.
I give her the sweatshirt next and she raises her brows when she sees the big old logo on the front.
“Yale?” She quirks her perfectly arched brows.
“Yeah. It’s a thing. All the men in my family have to go to Yale. You?” I ask her like I don’t know some background on her. I may know but she hasn’t told me. It’s different when you’re told.
“Harvard. I won a scholarship.”
I didn’t know that part, and now I’m more impressed. Definitely more impressed.
“Shit.”
“Well, it feels like another life.”
“Me too.” College feels like I was someone else back then. Honestly I just studied what I was told and did well because I was expected to. Who knows what I would have done if I’d actually studied something I really wanted to do.
She backs off my jacket, revealing her naked body and unlike when I look at Jenna, it takes less than a nanosecond for my cock to twitch, aroused.
I reach for her but she backs away, playfully, and I like the way her breasts bobble.
“No, later. I need to look at your chest first,” she insists. “I’m serious.”
She’s serious as fuck because she pulls on the sweatshirt and shuffles into the yoga pants.
“Okay Boss,” I smile at her.
“Take your shirt off.” She smiles.
My how the tables have turned, with her telling me to take off my clothes.
I undo my buttons and back off my shirt. The sense of playfulness goes from her face in an instant when we see the wound.
Shit.
It’s a slice alright. Not deep, but it’s a fucking slice. I didn’t know it was so bad.
“Jesus Christ Nick, we should go to the hospital.” Her eyes dart from mine to
the wound and worry washes over her pretty face.
“No, fuck. No hospitals, Angel. I don’t do hospitals.”
“That looks like a knife mark.”
Yeah, she’s not wrong and I don’t discourage the assessment.
“Nick, what happened?”
“Got into a fight.”
“You’re hurt really bad. You have to go see someone.”
I shake my head. “I’m okay. This is bad, but you should see the other guy,” I chuckle.
She frowns, grabs the rag and presses it to the wound.
Fuck, it hurts like a bitch. I wince and curse under my breath. She dabs around the area and cleans it all up.
