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He turns to face me before he rounds the corner, winking at me. “I’ll send you a picture, babe, that way you won’t miss staring at my arse.”
With flaming hot cheeks, I narrow my eyes at him. “Do some work, would ya.”
He laughs, and it echoes around the library as he leaves with Alex. I shake my head. I should have learnt my lesson by now to not stare for more than five seconds. Anything longer and it’s like he can feel it. And instead of being the good boyfriend and ignoring it, he makes sure to call me out on it.
With a huff, I get up from the table and walk over to the mounds of books waiting to be sorted into their piles. If I want to get back home today and have time to go over what Jordan brought me, then I need to get a move on.
CHAPTER THREE
It’s Saturday, a day I promised myself I would sleep in and enjoy not going to work or class. CJ, on the other hand, hates me. He must do, because once again I wake up to him determined to be slaughtered like a pig.
“If you don’t remove your hands from my arse, I will knee you in the balls.”
I feel rather than see him grin against my neck. “Cupcake, you love my balls. They’re special cargo; you can’t go mishandling them. Unless… If that’s what you’re really into, then—”
I elbow him in the stomach, smiling when I hear him grunt. “Enough about your balls. Let me sleep.”
“Nope.”
I scream into my pillow before rolling over to glare at him. “Why? What could you possibly want me up for? I don’t have work or class.”
He waggles his eyebrows as he slips him arm over my waist, tugging me closer, so I’m pressed against his front. “Because, Cupcake, I promised my mum we would go see her.”
I must still be asleep because I’m pretty sure he just said we were going to see his mum. A mum he dotes on, adores, and loves more than his food. A mother who loves her son more than anything.
“I’m sorry, what?”
He rolls his eyes at me. “I told her we’d be over today for lunch. It’s already eleven.”
My eyes narrow because there’s no way in hell it’s eleven. I don’t feel rested enough to have slept in late.
And he wakes me up with the news of meeting his mum for the first time.
“I can’t meet your mum,” I blurt out.
A flash of hurt passes through his eyes. “Why?”
Hearing the doubt and hurt in his voice, I place my hand on his broad shoulder. “Because I haven’t had time to get an outfit ready or figure out what to say to make her like me.” A growing panic burns inside me. There’s no way I can meet his mum. I just can’t.
What if she hates me?
He laughs, kissing the tip of my nose. “She’s going to love you. Trust me. She doesn’t have a nasty bone in her body.”
“I didn’t say she was nasty, but she is a mother. You’re her only son, so of course she’s going to hate me. She’s not going to want you to have another woman in your life.”
“And what made you come to this conclusion?”
When he starts laughing at my reaction, I slap his chest lightly. “It’s a fact. I swear, you guys don’t have to worry about this stuff. You had Willow’s mum wrapped around your finger the second you met her. You had it easy.”
With a cocky grin, he leans forward. “That’s because I’m fucking awesome. And I was nervous about meeting your dad, you know.”
“We weren’t dating when you met my dad, though.”
“No, but I knew we were going to.”
I rear back a little, raising my eyebrows. “Did you now?”
He grins, showing his pearly whites. “Fuck yeah, I did. I knew the minute you stood staring at me awkwardly in the hallway that you were going to fall in love me.”
