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Now I just have to get Layla to agree.
14
Callan was acting weird toward me this morning in class. Typically, he just ignores me or treats me with the same casual indifference he does every other student. Today he made eye contact. And held that eye contact. But it wasn’t just any old eye contact, and it wasn’t heated eye contact either.
It was contemplative.
To the point where I gave him awhat’s uplook that he quickly dismissed with a headshake. So, I let it go. I have a ton on my mind right now including going to look at apartments tomorrow. Oliver and Amelia spent hours with me yesterday afternoon and evening scouring the internet and we came up with a handful I can afford that Oliver will agree are suitable enough—and in a decent neighborhood.
“Layla, are you done?” Lisa, one of the nurses asks as she passes me.
“I am,” I practically hoot in response, washing my hands in the sink. “Friday night. Finally.”
“If you’re interested, a few of us are hitting up The Hill tonight.”
I consider that for a moment, and then think about how I’d have to drive back out to Amelia’s, shower, change, and then drive back in. “Can I give you a maybe? I’d love to, I’m just not sure if I can make it work.”
“Sure! No problem. If you come, you come. If not, we’ll see you next week.”
“Sounds good and thanks for the invite. See you.”
She walks off and I finish washing up. Then, with a twist of my back and an overhead stretch of my arms, I exit the hospital, only to find Callan standing against the wall with his arms folded, his ankles crossed, and his eyes directly on me.
“Hey,” I say. “What’s up? Everything okay?” Then something else hits me. “Are you here for me?” At that thought, my heart picks up an extra beat and butterflies erupt in my belly.
“I am.” He pushes away from the wall. “Are you busy?”
Am I? I should say yes. That I am busy. That I can’t go anywhere with him because I like spending time with him.
“Um.”
He smirks, sauntering like a lion—slowly, methodically, yet determined to capture his prey—in my direction. “Let me rephrase it in a way I know you’ll have a different answer. Are you hungry?”
I snort. “Is that a legit question? Always. But wait.” I hold up a hand. “Are we talking about food or other activities?”
His eyes dance about my face, but there is something very dark and oh-so-very serious about him that’s making my heart race. “Food,” he says simply.
“I’ll be honest, you’re doing that Dr. Hottie McSterious thing again. It’s kind of freaking me out a bit.” And turning me on, but that’s my own issue.
“Do you want some sushi at my place?”
“Didn’t you once proposition me that exact same way?”
“Yes, only I’m about to make you a very different sort of proposition.”
Wow. Okay. It’s going to be like that. “I want gyoza too.”
He reaches up into my hair and gently removes the elastic from my ponytail and then starts massaging my scalp. Holy hell in a handbasket, I try not to moan at how good that feels.
“Pork and pan-fried?” he practically whispers it.
I smirk, grabbing onto his upper arms before I pass out right here. “Is there any other kind?”
“Not for me.” He sigh. “Please say yes,” he mumbles, his hands slipping from my hair and falling to his sides.
“To the sushi or something else?”
“Yes.”
