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“So how’s your undergrad program going?”
She makes a face. “It’s challenging. I mean it’s good, and I really like it. But…I don’t know. It’s fine, I’m just not sure if international relations is really my thing.”
I frown. “You mean poli-sci?”
“Well, that too.” She looks up and smiles. “Did I not tell you? I switched to a double major.”
“Damn, girl,” I whistle, shaking my head. “That’s seriously intense.”
“Tell me about it.” She grins at me. “But in other, far more interesting news…uh, your steamy office affair internship boss is a totalbabe.”
I blush deeply. It’s not the first time she’s mentioned Deimos since she met him when she was over for dinner with Callie and Castle the other night.
“It’s not weird, is it?”
“That you’re clearly living with him already?” She snickers. “I mean…maybe. But who cares? Weird is fun. And from the perpetual way you’re smiling these days, I’m guessing you’re having alotof fun.”
I grin, my face blushing.
“Not to mention the constant bow legs.”
I groan as she collapses in a fit of giggles. “Jesus, Victoria!”
While she continues to laugh, I reach for my phone to text something dorky and cute to Deimos. Because apparently, I do that now. Yup, I’m that girl.
Shoot me.
But just as I’m typing out “thinking about you”, my phone dies.
Dammit.
“Hey, do you have a charger I could borrow?”
“Yeah, for sure. In the kitchen.”
Victoria starts to get up, but I jump to my feet. “Nah, I’ll grab—”
My thigh hits the table, and my coffee spills all over my top.
“Shit!”
I hiss at the sting of the scalding hot liquid. Victoria scrambles to her feet, dashing into the kitchen and coming back a second later with a wad of paper towels.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I wince. “Just scared me more than anything.” I glance down at my shirt. “Crap.”
Victoria shrugs. “You can go grab anything you want from my room, if you want to change. We’re so close in size, it’ll fit perfectly.”
“Oh my God, really?”
“Yeah, of course! Second-top drawer of my dresser.”
“You’re the best.”
In her room, I strip off my coffee-stained, damp shirt and hang it on the doorknob. Then I open her drawer and paw through the stack of t-shirts. I smile curiously when something catches my eye. I push the stack of shirts to the side, and grin when I pull out the one I saw peeking out from the back.
It’s a Knightsblood University t-shirt—white with the logo in black emblazoned on the chest. I tug on the super oversized shirt and smile as I strut into the kitchen, where Victoria is standing by the sink.
