Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Eventually, I find it, but I only get to relish it for half a second before Cash’s murmured comment forces my eyes back open, “You’d let me kiss you without winning a bet.”
“What? No.” My inner body temperature soars. “Don’t be silly. We’re friends. Study partners. I-I’m your tutor. Surely, that would be against the rules.”
“It’s not,” he says matter-of-factly, his tone far smoother than the rickety high pitch of my voice. “I checked.”
When he drops his hand from the back of my head to my jaw, his bloodshot eyes should have me immediately pulling away. He’s intoxicated. Drunk. He won’t even remember it in the morning.
So maybe I should do it? Perhaps I should let him kiss me and get the crazy tension crackling between us out of our systems.
What?
That’s a horrible idea, and I’ve never been more ashamed that the thought came from my head.
“I need to leave.” Cash crashes into the kitchen cabinets behind him when I leap down from the counter to place some much-needed distance between us. “We have a study session tomorrow at two.”
“I don’t think—”
I squash my finger to his lips, alerting the deviant side of my head that we’re not as far apart as suspected, shutting up his excuses while also noticing how plump his mouth is.
He has extremely kissable lips, and they make me hate my morals.
After shaking my head to rid it of inappropriate thoughts, I repeat, “Tomorrow at two.” When I see indecisiveness brewing in his eyes, I add, “And if you’re not fifteen minutes early like you have been the past three or so weeks, I’ll show up here with a trunk full of balls for your face.”
He throws his head back and laughs as if I am joking.
I’m not.
“You’re desperate to play. I’m desperate to watch you play, so failure is not an option. Comprende?”
I feel like a badass bitch when Cash slurs out, “Capiche.”
Chapter 14
Cash
I’m bitch slapped awake by something skidding across my lips before thudding into the wall next to my head.
It is closely followed by a shouted question. “What is the billionth digit of Pi?”
“What—”
Smack.
When my blurry eyes sluggishly open, the first thing they lock onto is a basketball balancing on my chest.
What.
The.
Fuck?
“What is the only even prime number?”
I stray my eyes to the voice, my face screwing up when I spot McKayla standing at my door with a basketball in her hand, at the ready.
“What the fuck are you doi—”
Smack.
“Two. Two is the only even prime number.” I call Kamil a snitching rat under my breath when he hands McKayla another ball, wordlessly encouraging her to continue with her study campaign.
Her next question would be simple to answer if my head wasn’t trapped in the past. “What time were you meant to meet me today?”
“My head isn’t—”
Smack.
“For fuck’s sake, McKayla. Sometimes you just need to take a day off—”
Smack.
“Stop pegging damn balls at my head.”
Smack.
When I glare at her, warning her I’m two seconds from pinning her to my bed with my body, she returns my stare as if it has no sting whatsoever while saying, “Answer my questions correctly, and you won’t get hurt.”
I mock her with laughter. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”
Smack.
Her throw this time around knocks the words right out of my mouth.
“What time—”
“Two. I was meant to meet you at two.”
She looks like she hit the jackpot. “And what time is it now?”
“I don’t fuckin—”
Smack.
After returning my head to its rightful spot, I peer at my phone on my bedside table. “Three. It is three twenty-seven in the afternoon.”
“So that makes you how late?”
Disappointment hardens her features more than my angry tone when I snap out, “An hour and twenty-seven minutes.”
“And how will you make up for my wasted time?”
“I don’t know.”
This time, I’m awake enough to catch the ball she pegs at me before it gets close to my face.
Her gaping mouth pops a brilliant idea into my head. “Maybe I should kiss you like you were begging me to last night.”
Her shock morphs onto my face when she asks, “Which time?”
My cock twitches along with my sluggish brain. “There was more than once?”
Smack.
“For fuck’s sake. Stop using my head as a backboard.”
McKayla’s shit-eating grin takes care of my anger, shifting all the red-hot fury to an area much lower in my body. “I will. When I run out of balls.” She peers down the hallway before shifting her eyes back to me. “You still have a little while to go.”
When I join her in the doorway to glance down the hall, I take a moment to relish her pleasant scent. My frat brothers are lining the stairwell to my room, each holding a basketball.
Traitorous bastards.
“I told you I’d show up with a trunk full of balls if you stood me up.” McKayla balances one ball on her hip before giving me a halfhearted smile. “I didn’t lie.”