Finally, I just wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him down to me. That was all I could do, but I hugged him with all the force I could summon. He wrecked me, but somehow, I loved this man even more.
Mason laughed into my neck. “I have more to say.”
Oh god. I couldn’t take any more. I couldn’t talk with all the emotions swimming through me. I shook my head and pressed my lips to his.
He got the message, and it wasn’t long after that before he slid inside me.
He’d completely gotten the message.
The next day was low-key. Heather, Logan, Nate, Mason, and I went for breakfast. There’d been no tension or awkwardness, but I wasn’t sure if I should’ve been worried about that or not. Either way, Logan and Heather seemed fine with each other. After Heather left that afternoon, I went back to the dorms to study.
It was during my second class on Monday that I got a surprise.
“Psst.” Logan dropped into the seat next to me and poked my arm with his pencil.
“You’re not in this class.”
He flashed me a grin, raking his hand through his hair. “Actually¸ I am.” He grimaced. “I’ve been going to the wrong hour.” He nodded to the professor, who just came into the room. “She informed me last week, so here I am. Correct hour, and lo and behold, who do I see?” His beaming smile gave me an indication.
I kept my face blank. “Batman?”
“What?”
“You saw Batman? No?” Logan started to say something, but I shot a hand up. “Wait. I have more sarcastic answers.”
He was shaking his head, craning his neck backward. “Who are you? What have you done with my future stepsister?”
I winked at him, settling back into my seat. “Oh, come now, Logan. I’ve learned from the master.”
His hand touched his chest, and he tilted his head, his eyes crinkling as he smiled at me. “Moi?”
“No.” I didn’t bat an eyelid. “Mason.”
Logan burst out laughing and elbowed me in the arm. “College is good for you, Sam. You’re funny. You used to mope way too much last year.”
A shocked laugh choked out of me. Mope?
All the reasons last year and the previous year sucked were on the tip of my tongue. My finger lifted in the air as I was ready to list them off, but Logan shut me down when he grabbed my hand and pushed it back to my desk.
He leaned close and whispered as the professor called for attention, “Jeez. You always have to be the center of attention, don’t you?”
My eyes threatened to bulge out. He thought I had to be the center of attention?
He laughed. “I’m just messing with you, but I actually did come over with something to say.” He grew quiet and more serious.
I waited.
He remained quiet.
“Logan,” I prompted.
“I forgot what it was.”
“Ah, Mr. Kade,” the professor called his name. “It’s nice to see you in the correct hour and classroom this time.”
All eyes turned our way—or at least the rest of the classroom that hadn’t already been watching Logan. He was unfazed.
A lazy grin came over him, and he gave the professor a thumbs-up. “Enjoy it, Stephanie.” He indicated his thumb. “I only reserve this for the superhot professors.”
Her slight grin vanished. Her mouth pressed into a flat line as she said, “It’s Professor Baun, and not only was that inappropriate but it was also not entertaining. Do it again, Mr. Kade, and you’ll be out of this class.”
I closed my eyes. That was like a personal challenge to Logan. I knew what was coming.
He leaned back in his chair, gave her a cocky smirk, and asked, “To clarify, if I hit on you one more time in this class, does that mean I can go back to the other hour? Because I have to say, the other class worked better with my schedule, but this one has my brother’s girlfriend in it.” He threw his arm around my shoulders and patted my head. “See Sam? I’m never inappropriate when she’s around.” His grin grew as he showed his perfect white teeth.
A guy in the back coughed into his hand. “Bullshit.”
Logan turned around and gave him the thumbs-up sign, too, and coughed right back. “Asshole.”
“Okay, Mr. Kade.” The professor snapped her fingers and pointed to the door. “Out. I’m not going to deal with this. You can come by my office immediately after this class ends.” The glare she fixed on him meant business.
Logan stood, and another smart-ass comment was about to leave his mouth.
I clamped a hand on his arm. As he looked down, I shook my head. “Just don’t.”
The cocky smirk vanished, and he straightened, nodding to me. “All right. Wait for me afterward. I still need to talk to you.”
As he went, the professor’s gaze fell on me with a look of disappointment and derision. The old Sam would’ve shrunk back into her seat. I’d changed, and I stared right back at her. I enjoyed this class, and I enjoyed learning from her, but I’d done nothing wrong. If she was irritated with Logan, that had nothing to do with me, so I lifted my chin.