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Holy, holy shit.

Had he just casually mentioned going down on me? Like that was a normal thing for a guy to do? Because I’d been with a handful of guys—well, four—and none of them had thought that was anything less than disgusting. I’d kind of worried I smelled bad or something, even though I couldn’t smell anything myself.

“We should get going. I don’t want to be late,” I said, changing the subject awkwardly fast.

Yup, I was doing that.

Subject.

Change.

Because if he was going to talk about going down on me again, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to stop myself from telling him to go for it.

He let go of me, and I stepped over to my dresser, digging around for the biggest sweatpants I had. I was tall for a girl, coming in at 5’11”, but he was built like a damn freight train. It was hard to find guys taller than me, and while I wasn’t completely against dating a shorter guy, most of them just weren’t interested. And the ones that were, I hadn’t been interested in.

So, yeah, it was hard to be a tall girl when it came to dating.

But not around Ford, apparently. The guy had to be at least 6’4” or 6’5”. He made me feel dainty and sexy, which I liked a lot, clearly.

“This is not going to be comfortable for you,” I warned, handing him the sweats. “They’ll be too tight to hide anything at all, really.”

I found myself not liking the idea of a bunch of other girls checking him out as we left the dorm, even though it was unavoidable. For a guy who looked like him… yeah, he probably got a lot of looks.

“Guess it’s a good thing I’ve suddenly found myself extremely comfortable then,” he remarked, stepping into the pants.

It took a second for the words to make sense.

Oh.

Oh.

My face heated, but I went with sass. “Glad to know you found hooking up with me to be relaxing.” I slung my backpack over my shoulder and tugged the door open.

“That’s not what I meant.” He grabbed his keys out of the top drawer in my desk.

Right; I’d almost forgotten those.

I’d been planning on swapping my car for Ford’s the night before, but had forgotten about that until after I got to my place. We’d have to go back and get it later that day; I didn’t want it to get towed or anything.

He shut the dorm’s door, catching my wrist as he paused to lock it. I rarely locked it when I wasn’t there; everything I had that was really worth any money stayed with me.

“You grabbed my keys too?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“We’ll need to go get your car, so it doesn’t get towed.”

I blinked at him. “I just thought the same thing. You can’t read my mind or anything, can you?”

He cracked a small grin. “No. That would be a useful trick, though. Responsible minds just think alike, I guess.”

He let go of my arm, and we resumed walking down the hallway.