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I walked out of my bedroom to find Wolf on our shared couch. He had books stacked around him, a frown posted on his lips.
Was I smiling?
Maybe I was, my cell phone in hand. I closed out of the text, and Wolf arched a thick eyebrow.
“Better not be that fucker Heath,” he bit, eyes on my phone. He grunted before returning his attention to his books, and I laughed.
“You don’t like Heath?” I sauntered over to our couch, then made a seat out of the armrest. Wolf certainly had the rest of the couch covered. He was literally surrounded by books while he jotted something in a notebook.
His look was passive. “Dude’s nothing but an opportunist.”
I couldn’t help my smile, wondering what this was about. I propped a leg beneath the other.
Wolf’s frown deepened. “He was quick to let you crash with him full well knowing you and I were together.”
“Okay. Okay. Wait.” I lifted a hand, seriously laughing now.
Especially with how cute he looked.
This large guy who covered well over half the couch—with just his body—was completely simmering. A flush of red crept up to Wolf’s hairline, his fingers working through his chunky curls when he adjusted on the couch.
My God is he… jealous?
I dashed a finger in his direction. “Holy crap. Are you jealous?” And ofHeathof all people? I wasn’t his type, at all, and there’d been zero sexual tension there on both sides.
Wolf snorted. “I’m simply making a statement. You and I got something going.” His eyes flicked up. “We did but he was quick to come on his white horse for you.”
But all this was fake, though. At least, it was supposed to be. Wolf and I certainly hadn’t addressed what had happened last weekend at his family’s house, but a lot of real things had been felt. Especially on my end.
I fidgeted on the couch myself. “It’s called being a friend.”
“Yeah, well, I’m your friend.”
I blinked at another thing not addressed, a friendship, him and me. We’d said as much, but still that was… different.
Wolf’s eyes averted, most likely similar thoughts about our sudden friendship going on in his own head. His fingers lodged into his hair. “I just mean…”
I knew what he meant, a lot of lines blurred recently. We’d had a long bus ride home over two days ago, and neither one of us had brought up anything that had happened between us. He’d just held me, my arms around him. We’d enjoyed the moment with no talks about further secrets and definitely not the hot sex that had occurred between us.
Real hot sex.
Wolf was quite frankly a god in the sheets, and my face heated at just the thought of him. Him thrusting that powerful body inside me had hit my brain more than once, and since we’d gotten back to the dorm, we’d basically been playing house. We were passing ships for the most part due to classes, which seemed to be a necessity. If we both took a second to stop and smell the roses, we’d have to have a needed conversation. One that involved what the hell was going on with this “fake” relationship.
And why suddenly neither one of us was brave enough to talk about it.
Maybe because it had gotten real. Itfeltreal, and because it did, I wasn’t brave. If I said something about it, things might get weird again. He’d be his wolfy self, and I didn’t know what that would mean to this new juncture we’d stumbled on. I feared the result.
I feared his shutdown.
Wolf gripped his pen. “Anyway, the guy knew about you and me.” He waved a hand. “But that certainly didn’t stop him from stepping in.”
That was because he was being a friend like I said. I glanced up. “You’re really sounding jealous, Wolfy.”
His dark eyebrows flicked up, and I really wasn’t sure if that was because of what I’d said or the flirting. I was flirting.
I couldn’t seem to stop.
When I wasn’t flirting with this guy, I was calling him a friend and actually feeling legitimate about the thoughts and feelings. I chewed my lip. “Well, you are.”
