“Has he contacted you since you left home?”
“No, I didn’t tell him I was leaving. I just left. I changed my number,” she pauses and I can see the wheels turning in her pretty little head. “Wait, that night you guys found me in my apartment a while ago and you kicked my door in, I got a call from my ex best friend, Taylor. I have no idea how she got my new number. Do you think that’s how he found me?”
“It’s possible. Do you have any idea why he would come here after all this time?”
She fiddles with her fingers. Her nervous energy is rolling off her in waves. “No, but I’m scared. We didn’t exactly end on good terms. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I see him.”
My mind starts conjuring up ways to keep Huntley out of public until we can confirm what her douchebag ex is doing here. There’s no way in hell I’m letting the fucker get close to her. I’ve never met the guy but I hate him.
“Do you have classes today?”
She eyes me cautiously. “No, I have to study. Why?”
“I want you to be careful until we can find out why Jake” – even saying his name makes me want to break his face – “is here.”
I move the tray towards her, “Eat your food before it gets cold.”
Huntley chuckles and the sound defuses the tense atmosphere slightly. “You’re so bossy.”
Placing my finger under her chin, I tilt her head up so that she can see how serious I am. “Just promise me you’ll be careful when you go out ok?”
“I promise,” she pauses, “Now can I please eat?”
“Yes, please do. I didn’t slave away just so that you can stare at it,” I quip, trying to be playful. She swats my arm and then starts eating her omelet.
“This is so good,” she moans around a bite. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”
I watch in mild amusement as she finishes every last bite, surprised when the plate is empty. It’s the first time I’ve seen Huntley eat an entire meal without leaving something on her plate. But now that I think about it, she has been eating more than usual. I dismiss the thought quickly though, chalking it up to it being hormonal.
“That was delicious,” she stretches and puts the tray on the floor. Scooting closer to me, her tongue whips out and swipes her lips. Our eyes collide and Huntley’s crawling into my lap.
“I’ve been thinking,” she whispers, licking my neck. Even in a troubled mood, my body responds and I harden beneath my sweat pants.
“Oh no, that’s never a good thing,” I tease. My hands grip Huntley’s hips and slide down to cup her butt. She pushes down into my lap and bites my shoulder. Holy Fuck. Her hips move, side to side, up and down.
She’s doing it on purpose.
“Ok, ok,” I breathe heavily. “Tell me what you were thinking.”
“I hear make-up sex is the best kind,” she breathes into my ear and nibbles on my ear lobe. I swallow hard.
“We’ll have to test that theory,” I stop her hips before I explode. “Tonight.”
She pouts and I pull her bottom lip into my mouth. I nibble it lightly and then lick it. “I have to go to class.”
“Ok,” she smiles at me, “I’ll just have to have a date with my B.O.B in the shower then. Picture that while you’re in your Business Finance class later.”
She hops off my lap and I gape at her back while she walks into the bathroom. “That’s not fair,” I grunt. “You’ll pay for that.”
I hear her laugh before the shower turns on. I need to get out of here before I give in and join her. I dress quickly and give Huntley a good-bye kiss before grabbing my bag and walking to campus. Last night still weighs on my mind and only adds to my mounting irritation. I can’t even begin to process everything.
After my first class ends, I have an hour off before my next so I make a stop at the coffee shop. My mood is in need of a boost and a caffeine induced pick-me-up sounds perfect. I order a coffee with an extra shot of espresso and cream and take a set at a table by the window. The people walking past all fascinate me and provide a temporary distraction from the chaos in my head.
A book slams onto the table. I’m so distracted that I almost jump and spill what’s left of my coffee. Brody sits down, grinning. Jackass.
“Someone’s a little jumpy today,” he remarks, sans greeting.
“Sorry,” I grumble, “Rough night.”
I flag down the waitress and order another coffee. “How’s Demi?”
Brody exhales. “She’s fine. Last night was about ten shades of fucked up. I wanted to break something when I watched Demi hug Tommy. We fought about it on the way home, but that ended up being the best angry-hate sex of my life.”
“Whoa, that’s too much information bro,” I groan.
“Oh please, don’t be such a wuss,” Brody chides. “How’s Huntley? Did you guys talk last night after we saw Haley at the bar?”
I rub my hand down my face, suddenly feeling beyond exhausted. “She’s ok, I think. We spoke about a lot of things and I was a total asshole.”