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I jump up, shriek, and dance in place. “I got them all right! All of them! Ah! You’re the best.”
I jump into his arms. He squeezes me tightly, letting me go slowly. Our eyes lock as I pull away.
“You know, I’d kiss you again if my kisses didn’t make you cry.”
I smack his shoulder. “It wasn’t about you. You’re a good kisser. I’m just a mess.”
“Still?”
I let out a rough laugh. “Yeah, still. I’m still his. Even when I’m not.”
Kevin’s brow furrows. “That sounds way too serious for college.”
“Probably is. But that’s Aaron and me. I can’t deny that you’d be fun to kiss, though. Until you opened your mouth and said something cocky.”
He laughs loudly and smirks at me. “You telling me you don’t like when I’mcocky?”
I narrow my eyes and cross my arms. “Nope. Had plenty of cocky boys in my day. I know how to put them in their place. And I don’t takeanyof their shit.”
He moves in a step closer. “Why does that sound like a sexy threat?”
I slide my hands up his chest. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
His eyes widen in surprise but then he smiles and runs his thumb over his bottom lip, a move that I admit is insanely sexy. “I would.”
I lean in like I’m going to kiss him, but quickly move to the side, bringing my lips next to his ear. “Mm. Too bad I gotta get to statistics.”
I push back from him, smiling widely.
He drops his head. “That was mean.”
“No, that was fun.” I grab my stuff and shove it in my bag, then slide my arms into my coat.
“Cockblock,” he says, as I make my way to the door. “What doIget out of this?”
I shrug. “The knowledge that you’re saving me from failing statistics and subsequently having a psychotic break.”
“Lame!” he calls as I leave his room.
I laugh to myself as I hurry down the hall.
I get to statistics two minutes early and slide into my seat next to Aaron.
It seems appropriate that the class I suck the most at, am trying not to fail, and that I have a hot tutor for would also be the class that I have with my ex-boyfriend. I think this might be some version of hell.
What I did to receive this particular punishment, I don’t know, but I’m trying to make the best of it.
“Hey,” Aaron says, not looking up from a baseball training book he’s going over.
“Hi,” I say, trying to conceal the bounciness in my voice. I had one too many cups of coffee while studying this morning. I figured if I was really awake, maybe I’d retain more. All I achieved was needing to pee about fifteen times.
Aaron turns to look at me. He looks me up and down and a grimace crosses his face. My head tilts slightly, trying to figure out why he’s looking at me like that. And then it clicks. I’m bouncy. I’m happy about how well I did at statistics practice. My hair is a mess from me fidgeting with it. My lips are chapped and my cheeks are pink from the late-March cold snap we’ve been having. I know all the reasons why I look like this. But all he knows is why Iusuallylook like this. It’s my just-had-sex look, and he’s all too familiar with it. He’s the person who’s given it to me the most times. Ugh. This sucks. And now my cheeks are getting pinker, confirming to him what isn’t true.
Table for one in hell.
Actually, seeing the look on his face, it’s clearly a table for two.
And really, that makes sense. If you’re going to share a table with anyone in hell, it’s definitely going to be the ex you’re still in love with.
