All Played Out
She makes a groan that sounds vaguely laughlike. “Matt is not a monster.”
“We’ll agree to disagree.”
She sighs, and rolls on her side to face me. I suck in a breath because even hungover, she’s beautiful. And that fiery, challenging look in her eyes always goes straight to my cock.
“And if I had wanted to call you?” she asks. “I don’t have your number.”
“You could have just thought of me. I would have known and come running. I’m practically a superhero in that regard.”
“Riiight.”
“Why so disbelieving? Unless you thought of me, and it didn’t work? Were you thinking of me last night, girl genius?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“I thought about you. Even during the game last night when I should have been concentrating on not getting my ass kicked, you kept popping up. I think I might be addicted to you, Antonella De Luca.”
“How do you know my full name?”
“I might have done a little snooping last night while you were out of it. So you were valedictorian in high school, huh?”
“Just how much snooping did you do?”
“Relax. Your list is safe. I promised I wouldn’t read it, and I didn’t.” My eyes drop to her lips, which she keeps pressing together in what I assume is nervousness. “It was tempting, though.”
All of her is tempting, and I should probably get out of this bed right now before I drag her beneath me and remind myself just what her skin tastes like.
Regretfully, I pull myself up to a sitting position and say, “All right. Go shower so we can get breakfast. Unless you need assistance, then I’d be happy to—”
She cuts me off. “No. No, I think I can handle that alone.”
“Pity,” I say. “Well, I’ll be here waiting in your bed in case you change your mind.”
She stands up and faces me, still all cute and rumpled from sleep. “You are so . . .” She trails off, and shakes her head, turning for the door instead.
As she heads for the bathroom, I call out, “I’m so what? Charming? Devastatingly handsome?”
“You so better be in the living room by the time I’m done with my shower.”
Damn. I’d been looking forward to seeing her in a towel.
Next time.
Chapter 15
Nell’s To-Do List
• Normal College Thing #7: Get Drunk.
• Never get drunk again.
• Invent hangover cure. Make millions.
That’s it? You don’t have anything more exciting on that list of yours?”
Even though Mateo—crap . . . Torres, has been quizzing me nonstop over breakfast about my list, I’m having a surprisingly good time. I think I’m gradually becoming acclimated to his outlandishly flirty statements because I’m getting better at letting them roll off my back without blushing . . . or worse, without getting turned on.
That doesn’t mean I’m about to tell him all the things on my list. I’ve told him all the safe ones, leaving out all the potentially embarrassing ones and anything of a sexual nature. And I have to admit, most of the new items that have occurred to me in the last few days have been of a sexual nature.
And it’s entirely his fault.
“What about coming to a game? Is that on your list?”
For some reason, I don’t want to admit that going to a game is already on my list.
“I don’t know anything about football.”
“I could teach you. I’m sure you’ll be a fast learner.”
“I suppose I could add that to my list.”
In reality, it was one of the first things I added after meeting Torres and the rest of his friends. I want to see them in action. See him in action.
“Excellent. What about other campus traditions?”
“Like what?”
“Like what, she says.” He catches the eye of a stranger passing by our table and gestures to me. “This girl, man. She kills me. ”
The guy appears to be in his midthirties. He looks at me, and then back at Torres, and says, “I feel you. Stay strong, dude.”
I laugh, even though I have no idea what’s happening. The guy walks away, and Torres digs back into his food like nothing has happened. He’s just so . . . “shameless” perhaps isn’t the best fit now that I know him better. He’s just confident. Comfortable. He fits everywhere with everyone. What must it be like to live with that kind of ease? To never doubt yourself or your actions? I envy him almost as much as I like him.
“Okay, crazy. Tell me about these campus traditions.”
“Well, you’ve already missed out on all the homecoming ones. You should have met me sooner, girl genius. But there are still a few fun ones. The tunnels, for one.”
“Tunnels?”
“Yeah. You’ve never heard of them? They run underneath the campus. I think they were built in the Cold War era or something, but these days they’re just dark and damp with lots of graffiti. And, of course, there are rumors of secret societies and mole people and all that fun stuff. There are two points of entry that are easy to access. One over by the parking garage on the north side of campus. The other comes out just below the bridge on the edge of campus. So what do you say?” He cocks an eyebrow in challenge. “Want to brave the dark, scary tunnels with me?”
“Do we have to do it when it’s dark?”
“Absolutely. It’s a rule or something. Besides, it’s much more fun that way. And you can feel free to hold on to me for protection as much as you want.”