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“Business ethics.”
“I thought you were a sports management major.”
“I am. We’re learning how to negotiate sports contracts and how to deal with the ethical obligations in those contracts.”
“Ahh, I see. Like the dickhead agents who lure prospective clients with cars.”
I steal the book back from him. “Exactly.”
“My mom can’t stand those kinds of agents.”
“I can’t either. They use dirty tactics to gain clients.”
“I would never sign with someone who did that.”
“Isn’t your mom going to manage your career?”
“I don’t know. My family is already so involved in my life I’m not sure if I want her micromanaging my career, too.”
“What about JP?”
“Maybe,” he says. “We’ll see. I haven’t gotten that far yet. My mom assumes she’ll handle everything… because that’s what she does. I wouldn’t mind having someone outside our family.”
“No one else will ever have your back like family would.”
He moves his hand from the table to my thigh and squeezes it. “Yeah, you’re right.”
We sit in silence for a while, and I pretend to study even though Preston is too distracting. His fingers skate along my thigh, his delicate touch too much for me to stand.
“Are you doing this on purpose so I’ll change my mind about library sex?”
The dimple in his cheek pops. “Is it working?”
“Yes.” My cheeks redden. “But I do need to study. For real. I have a test tomorrow that counts for twenty-five percent of my grade. Don’t you have practice or something else you can do?”
“Nah, I’d rather bother you.” He laughs. “I don’t have practice until tomorrow morning. I’m so ahead on my managerial accounting class that I finished all of my work in the lecture hall.”
“I’m sure you could find hundreds of things to do other than sit in a library.”
“Yeah. But you’re here. So, unless you plan on relocating to my bedroom, I’m staying here until you tell me to leave.”
“You can stay as long as you stop distracting me.”
“You’re an A student, Bex. I’m sure you’ll ace this class whether I sit here with you or not.”
“You’re skating dangerously close to the line we were never supposed to cross,” I joke.
He cocks his head at me. “Oh, yeah. And how so?”
“We spend a lot of time together. Some would consider this dating with how much we hang out.”
“I don’t think so.” He scratches his jaw, thinking it over. “I’ve never taken you on a date. McDonald’s doesn’t count.”
I chuckle at his comment. “If you took me to McDonald’s for a date, we would not be dating anyway.”
He laughs, and then tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ve never liked being around another girl as much as I do you. You make it so easy, Bex.”
“And you make this very complicated for me.”
