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I missed spaghetti.

I was also a bit confused by Stormy's reply: Definitely.

Definitely needed to get a fixed phone in the morning before class.

I changed into my pajamas and went to bed early. I was exhausted. Mentally, physically. The next day, I had a mission.

Still, knowing it would piss Essie off to no end, hoping what Harpy said was true, I decided I might as well send out one more message with actions I couldn't convey with words. I was willing to give this a shot. I wanted more orgasms.

I waited, and the bitter taste didn't hit as strong. I smiled. Oh, Stormy might be good for me. That sent a total roll through my stomach. Why, dammit, why?

I picked up that hoodie and looked at the back of it. Storm. I felt my nose wiggle. No. Stormy was way better and matched those gorgeous eyes of his. I carried it with me, planned to wear it today.

I was heading down the stairs as Winston was heading up. I tilted my head and asked an obvious question based on his t-shirt, "You...work here?"

He rolled a shoulder and said, "It's a tough job, but someone has to do it." He held up his hand and I noticed the bracelet on his wrist. He said, "But I think the really hard part is over."

I looked at that wristband and asked, "What?"

"You read the manual, right?" His light-brown brow went up comically high. He was adorable. His clear-blue eyes were so pretty. He didn't wear his glasses anymore. I wondered if he had the surgery or if he was wearing contacts. Winston was sweet. Bigger than me, but not like Stormy. There was absolutely nothing threatening about this one. I shook my head. He laughed and said, "I highly recommend it. Good reading. Very important information in that tome."

I held up my shattered phone and said, "I can barely see what time it is."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and said, "Almost eight. You, uh...when is your lunch break? You stack your classes, right?" I nodded. He said, "Yeah, me, too. Why go five days when you can go three? Why go three when you can go two?" He leaned in and whispered, "And thanks to the online options, I'm really only going to lab, but don't tell the Divas. I only gave them two days."

"Stormy only gave me one." I held up his hoodie.

Winston's brows went up. "I thought—Storm? Really?"

I was sort of offended on his behalf or mine. I couldn't tell. "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. "Nice guy. New wide receiver, so don't mess up his game." I looked at that hoodie again. Winston laughed. "You didn't know?"

"I don't know anything." I looked at him. "Have lunch with me. Like, today. Help me." I reached for his arm and squeezed. He went really wide-eyed then but nodded. "Okay. Sandwiches? Someplace I can get soup and salad?"

He smiled and nodded. "I know just the place."

He tapped on his phone and mine lit up. I looked at him. He said, "Harpy gave it to me this morning. Told me you might need some assistance."

"Like Apollo assistance?" I asked. I did not want to watch Winston fuck someone else. I didn't think I... well. I didn't know what to think in that department anymore.

"We are definitely having lunch." He looked at the top of the stairs and said, "Gotta get to work."

"Yeah. See you at lunch." I loved how easy it was to talk to him. Maybe he could help me talk to Stormy.

Winston

I was all set to meet Holly at a great little café with the intention of speaking to her privately. This is why the arrival of one really pissed off football player came as a bit of a shock to me. Storm pulled out a chair and dropped into it. Holly was not here yet, so I asked him, "You okay, man?"

"Why are you having lunch with my girl?" he asked.

I had so many questions today. "How is she your girl, exactly?"

That was not the right one to ask.

"My contract says—"

"That you are exclusive, yeah. Sex wise. If she's even having sex with you. I remember Holly—" What the hell was wrong with me? I didn't care about Holly, not really. Sort of. Okay, so maybe I cared about someone I had a crush on in high school. I didn't stand a chance if this was her type. I had filled out, but yeah, this dude was bigger than Ripley.

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