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Someone snickers, and I lean towards Beth, trying to comfort her. “We could be running. I hate running.”
I glance up, immediately ensnared by crystal green eyes. Fallon’s lips curl and then he winks before turning to look down at the rest of the pool. My cheeks flush, knowing that wink was for me, and only me. It warms me through and through; I bounce on the bottom of the pool excitedly.
Chapter Eight
Sage
Turning the page of my history textbook, I groan when I still don’t find the answer I’m looking for. I rub a hand down my face and slam the book closed. I always try to finish as much work as I can before the afternoon bus comes on Wednesdays. It’s the day my mom takes the car, and Val stays at after-school care till I can get there.
But today I’m exhausted, hell week has been as the boys said–quite literally hell. And I just want to go home and rest, not work on school till I have to ride the disgusting bus. Sometimes I walk, but I can’t fathom that when I’m barely able to remain sitting.
“You okay, Peters?”
His deep voice startles me as I peek through my fingers on my face. I still when I see the perfect male specimen who haunts mythoughts and dreams. I sit up straighter, hissing at the aches of my body as I do, and then nod.
“Yup! Just fine,” I say meekly.
Fallon looks around before turning back to me. “You always do coursework on the side of the road?”
I grimace. “I’m waiting for the bus. I don’t have the car today.”
“You take the bus home?”
My cheeks flush at his innocent question, but he sounds perplexed, and it embarrasses me somehow. “Just on Wednesdays.”
He sighs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants before nodding over his shoulder. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”
And as if he’s offering me a different ride, my sex pulses, and I clench my thighs together. There’s something wrong with me, I should go to the doctor with the way my body responds to this man.
I clear my mind of the dirty thoughts and shake my head. “It’s okay. This is my usual routine.”
“Then I’ll take you home every Wednesday. There’s no point in you waiting out here for hours when I can take you.”
“It’s really only like one hour.”
“Do you argue with me because you enjoy it or is it an instant compulsion?” he asks, his green eyes narrowing in annoyance.
I wrinkle my nose. There’s the reminder of how much of a jerk Fallon Harris can be. But I don’t comment further when I consider how his offer actually sounds like heaven. I just don’t want him to do anything nice for me because it seems like it will come back to bite me in the ass.
Shoving the textbook into my backpack, I stand up on shaky legs. He grabs the bag from me with an amused smirk.
“Sore?”
Ignoring his comment with a glower, I slowly walk behind him as he leads me to a gray truck. Fallon pulls open the passenger door, waiting for me as I climb in with the grace of a newborn foal. He tosses my backpack at my feet and shuts the door before moving to the other side. The truck smells like him, and I inhale sharply, like an addict wanting a quick hit, before he opens the driver's side.
“Hungry?”
Now that I’m here in the car with him, it feels more intimate than my coach just driving me home. I feel like an idiot for feeling that way; he’s just being kind. He would offer to any of the girls, considering he’s basically responsible for all of us. Like a parent is for a kid.
I go to tell him to just take me home, but his eyebrows are raised like he expects me to argue about it. So I settle into the seat with crossed arms. “I could eat.”
“Excellent because I’m starving, and I can only eat at the campus cafes so many times, you know?” he chuckles, like I should get the joke.
Flashing a fake smile, I shrug. “Haven’t had a chance to try, but Emily never complains.”
He hums. “I guess the sandwiches aren’t bad.”
“Can’t go wrong with a sandwich,” I agree, my stomach aching with how awkward this entire conversation is.
