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He chuckles. “Maybe we should study in public places.”
“Um, no. The last time we did that, you had me pinned to the Italian breads of the 17th Century section of the library with a hand over my mouth to muffle me.”
Getting out of the car, he leans back in. “In my defense, we were shushed twice before you came on my hand.”
He’s so open about sex, like it’s just a part of normal life. Guess he can be nonchalant about it since he’s had it. His door closes, and then mine opens seconds later. I place my hand in his, and he brings me to him.See?Princess.
One arm comes around my waist as he leans in to kiss me but stops abruptly before impact. “We also made a killer loaf of bread that night.”
“I felt obligated to check out at least one of the books we violated.”
“You also came twice while it was baking.”
“And that’s why I need some time alone to study. I can’t be coming all the time.”
He tilts his head like the thought doesn’t register. I’ve never felt better about myself, my body, or been in a better mood than when I’m with him. Does orgasming on the regular play a part in that?Hell yes.But it’s also just the time I’ve spent with him. He always manages to make me smile.
Bending down to look me in the eyes, he says, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“The problem is it’stoogood and causing my grades to slip. I can’t focus on anything else, and my applications are due soon. I haven’t gotten everything together yet. Have you applied for med school?” You’d think I’d know this, but school is one of the last things we talk about when we’re together.
He kisses me and then shuts the door, so we can head to class. He replies, “I’m working on it.”
We reach the corner of the building where we usually say goodbye on days we go in different directions. “Maybe this will give you time to work on that. I don’t want to be blamed for you missing deadlines.
“As long as you’re not actually trying to get rid of me, I’ll give you the time you need.”
I fist his jacket and move in close. “And if I were trying to get rid of you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and a smile I can’t restrain.
Large hands go low around my hips and settle on my backside. “I’m not letting you get away that easy, Ms. Summerlin.”
Giving him a quick kiss, I then straighten the backpack on my shoulders. “Good. Because I have no intention of letting you go either.” Taking off slowly, I walk backward. “See you later, babe.” I start the hike up the campus to the building for my first class of the day.
Harbor’s still standing there when I look back. I smile to myself, imagining this must be what walking on cloud nine feels like. “Hey, Summerlin?”
I look back again before I get too far from him. Laughing, I reply, “What is it, Westcott?”
“How do you feel about dinner with my parents?”
Did he really just ask me where everyone in the vicinity can hear?God, I hope so.“Tell them I’d love to.” I blow him a kiss and then turn back only to run into Amanda.
“I didn’t take you guys,” she starts, “for the whole make-a-scene, PDA type of couple. I figured you’d be more low-key.”
We take a right through the quad, heading in the same direction. I’m still smiling like a fool. “If you haven’t noticed, nothing about Harbor Westcott is low-key.”
“Speaking of the Westcotts, I can’t stop thinking about how much Harbor’s changed since his cousin passed.”
I do a double take from the swift change in direction of the conversation. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” she says casually, “he used to come party down off Dobson with Lucas back when Dane first met Mia.” She eyes me with a shrug. “You never came to those parties. Anyway, now Harbor just hangs out at home all the time. Our home, to be specific. Doesn’t he have his own apartment?”
The words don’t match the friendliness of her tone. “That’s a lot to unpack, Amanda.”
“Sorry, you’re always with him, so we don’t talk much anymore.”
The change in mood blew in like the wind. I stop because now I feel bad because she’s not entirely wrong. “Well, to address the apartment situation, yes, he still has it. Sometimes he’s there, but most of the time, lately, at least, he’s been staying with me at ours. I’m sorry if that bothers you. I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“I’m only bothered when I can’t get into the bathroom when I want. And sometimes I feel like I’m intruding if you’re in the living room eating together. But really, I’m just surprised you guys don’t—” She finally notices I’m not next to her, and she turns back. “What are you doing?”
