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I leave it on the local news channel and listen as they talk about high school sports games that are happening this weekend as well as the town carnival.
That would be something fun for Mara, me, and the guys to do together.
I wonder if they would be up for that?
Mara and I might have to run into the guys at the carnival since they are our professors. We will have to make it look like we aren’t together- at least until graduation and then we are all in the clear to be as open with our relationships as we want to be.
At least this afternoon with Damien went better than I ever expected.
My pussy throbs with need. Maybe I can convince him to come back tonight for another round?
If I knew where he lived, I could drive to his place and make up for lost time. We could talk, eat, and make love all night long, just like we did over spring break.
We wouldn’t have to worry about being caught because we would be away from campus, and the two of us would drive separately back to school so no one would know where I was.
With the exception of Mara, because I would tell her where I was just in case I needed something.
Hell, this might be the greatest idea I’ve had since coming back from spring break.
I grab my phone and am about to send Mara a text asking her opinion of my crazy idea when the front door bangs open. The loud noise catches me off guard, and I let out a loud yelp.
Just as quick as it banged open, Jake slams it shut.
With my hand over my beating heart, I turn around on the couch to look at him.
He is still fuming.
Like beyond angry.
Madder than he’s ever been before.
He’s madder than he was when I saw him on the phone walking to the Arts building.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this mad. Maybe once when he failed a midterm last year after a bad break up, but he was more dejected than angry.
This, what he is exuding right this moment, is pure rage.
I’d hate to be on the receiving end of his wrath.
Slowly, I turn back around to face the television, shrinking myself into the back of the couch to make it look like no one is here, thankful that I turned the volume down low just before he came storming in.
Sitting here with my heart beating fast, I hope Jake goes to his room to simmer down, so I can get on with enjoying the postcoital feelings I have right now.
Nope.
Luck is not on my side right now.
He stalks to the living room and stands in front of the couch, blocking the television.
“Uh, yes?” I ask, annoyed that he is including me into his bad mood.
“I did some research.” He says mysteriously.
“Uh, huh. And?”
Is his bad mood over research or what?
“I finally realize why you didn’t want to give me a chance.”
