Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
I fight a smile and turn my attention back to Professor Andrews. She’s discussing a case involving antisocial personality disorder she once encountered and how she reached the diagnosis. I’m obsessed with this course.
After class, TJ links an arm through mine and says, “Want to grab a quick coffee?”
“Actually”—I glance at Hunter—“maybe we could work on the project for a bit? I’m not meeting Nico till one thirty.”
He shrugs. “Sure, let’s do it. I’m done for the day.”
“Rain check on that coffee,” I assure TJ, giving his arm a squeeze.
“No prob. Text me later.”
As TJ ambles off, Hunter stares after him, shaking his head ruefully. “Poor guy.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, poor guy. He’s got a major crush on you, but he’s so deep in the friend zone it’d take the same rescue team that dug out the Chilean miners to save him. And even then I think they’d fail.”
“He doesn’t have a crush on me,” I insist. What is everyone seeing that I’m not? “I’ve had a boyfriend for as long as I’ve known him.”
“So? I’ve had crushes on lots of chicks with boyfriends. My dick doesn’t discriminate.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I say dryly.
“What does that mean?” he mimics.
“It means in the one measly week I’ve known you, you already hooked up with three different women. Congrats, your penis must be extremely pleased.”
“Oh, trust me, my penis is nowhere close to pleased.” He runs a hand through his dark hair. “You want to go to your house?”
“Why don’t we find a nice spot on the quad?” I suggest. “It’s such a gorgeous day.”
“Lead the way, Semi.”
We follow the wide stone path toward one of the many manicured lawns that make up Briar’s campus. We’re not the only ones taking advantage of the warm weather. There are several picnics in progress, a soccer ball being kicked around, and a game of Frisbee being played in the distance.
We stop underneath a towering tree, its branches drooping over one side like a waterfall. It provides a small pocket of shade, broken up by rays of sunlight that slice through the gaps in the branches. Normally I’d plop right down on the grass, but my short skirt is a shade of beige that won’t hide any potential grass stains.
I peer down at the ground. Well, this is a dilemma.
“Hold up there, girly girl.” To my surprise, big tough Hockey Man strips out of his long-sleeved shirt, leaving himself in a tight wife-beater. He stretches the thin material of his shirt out on the grass. “My lady,” he says graciously.
“Aw, thanks. That was surprisingly nice of you.” I sit down, then lean back on my elbows and tip my head to gaze at the canopy of green above me.
“Why surprisingly?” Hunter demands.
“You didn’t strike me as the chivalrous type.”
“So you thought I was an asshole? Also, why do you think I’m hooking up with three chicks?” He sounds genuinely confused.
“Oh come on, don’t play dumb.” I proceed to tick them off with my fingers. “The girl who brought you lunch last week and practically begged you to love her. The one you were dancing with at Malone’s. The one today, with the blonde hair and supermodel face…?”
Hunter starts to laugh. It’s a deep husky sound that tickles my ears. “I’m not hooking up with any of them. They’re my roommates.”
“Your roommates?” I echo doubtfully.
“Yeah. The loud one is dating one of my friends, the blonde is dating another one of my friends, and the brunette from the bar has a boyfriend. And I live with all three of them.”
“You live with three women?”
“Originally it was me, Hollis and Fitz, but they both graduated and somehow it was decided that Summer, Rupi, and Brenna would move in. No house meeting, no discussion, nothing. Nobody even asked for my opinion. Not that I’m complaining.”
“You are complaining.”
Hunter grumbles irritably. “Fine, I’m complaining. The girls are great, but I would’ve liked it if some of my other teammates had moved in instead. But this arrangement is more convenient for Hollis and Fitz. Hollis comes home on the weekends, and Fitz technically still lives there, but he’s out of town for work a lot. Anyway, the moral of the story is—my dick hasn’t been inside any of them.”
“Well, I’m sure you get lots of action regardless.”
“Nope.”
“Yeah right.” I twist my head toward him. “Have you seen yourself?”
He breaks out in a cocky grin. “Was that a compliment?”
“It was a statement of fact—you’re hot. I know it, you know it, everyone on this lawn knows it.” I nod pointedly at a group of girls sitting not too far away. Nearly every other second, one of them tosses a covetous glance in our direction.
“So, what, good-looking people must be having sex at all times?” Hunter challenges.
I snort. “You play hockey and you’re attractive. Please don’t tell me you’re not having sex. I’m not an idiot.”