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“Oh. Well, I’m not dropping out of my classes,” I warned.
“I know.” His lips curved upward, his expression amused. “You didn’t make me hunt long, so I might not need to change any of the dates. I’m just looking at the schedule, so I can decide,” he explained.
Ah.
I guess that made sense.
I nodded, and went back to my studying.
The next class was as bad as the first.
I barely got anything done while the professor spoke, and spent most of the time with Ford’s hand on my thigh, squeezing and kneading and otherwise distracting me from my possessiveness in the most infuriatingly sexual ways. I was so damn horny when the class ended that I almost told him we needed to find a closet in the break between my courses or go back home or something.
But I didn’t.
Instead, we went back to the study room. That time, the only people in there were two guys that I often ran into in there, so I relaxed for the first time all day.
Ford, on the other hand, did not relax.
The guys waved at me as we sat down, and Ford’s entire body went tense.
“Hey, Ebony. How’s it going?” one of them asked me.
“Pretty good.” I gave him a quick smile, putting my hand on Ford’s thigh like he’d done to mine. He didn’t relax, but he didn’t attack anyone either. “This is my boyfriend, Ford.” I introduced him, hoping that would help. They’d never met Reed or even heard of him as far as I was aware, so I knew they wouldn’t bring him up.
“Hey, man. It must’ve taken some serious convincing to get this chick to go out with you. She’s barely looked up from her assignments as long as we’ve known her,” one of the guys joked.
Ford relaxed slightly, but I frowned.
They made it sound like I’d been uptight.
I wasn’t uptight, I was just… serious about my education.
Which I guess could translate to uptight.
Dammit.
Ford chuckled. “You must be pretty damn boring, then.”
A laugh escaped me, and the guys looked at us both with raised eyebrows.
They mumbled an excuse before looking back at their individual laptops with more focus than usual.
“Thanks,” I murmured, as it occurred to me what he’d done.
He’d stood up for me.
Defended me, in a way that barely even came off as defending.
And that was… really damn sweet.
And sexy.
It was really too bad we weren’t alone in the study room.
“We should grab some food,” Ford told me, slipping his fingers between mine. “If you’re not hungry yet, you will be soon.”
I remembered Teagan saying that werewolves were always hungry—which wasn’t a great sign for my bank account or stomach, considering I didn’t have a kitchen and rarely cooked.
