This was no mere attraction. What I suffered from was total, debilitating awareness. Every freaking inch of me tuned in to her. Her green eyes had my stomach churning. Her smile made my mouth go dry. The way her perfect fingers lifted to push a long piece of hair out of her face had my jeans suddenly tighter.
Up until four months ago, I’d never even seen a woman naked. But now I had. I’d touched and licked and experienced things that blew my mind. My body couldn’t stop itself from wanting to touch and lick and experience those things again...with Zoey.
My step faltered. I shouldn’t do this. I so should not spend any more time with her. But her smile wavered, and I saw the hint of hurt pierce her eyes. No way could I let her down.
Besides, no matter how forceful a couple of my urges were, I would never ever betray Cora.
I could handle this.
“Hey,” I said, setting my book bag on the table next to hers. “How much time do we have?”
And great, my mind went straight to the gutter with that question. How much time could I strip her bare and thrust into her—
But Zoey didn’t seem affected, thank goodness. She checked her wrist. “Forty minutes.”
I nodded and sat across the table from her, tense but also a little charmed that she actually wore a watch. I don’t think I knew any girl anymore who wore one. My grandmother had always worn a thin silver watch. I still had the sentimental piece of jewelry stored in a little box in my closet.
Zoey pulled some papers from her bag and started explaining what she needed to know. Her test was over cell biology, so I glanced over the study guide she’d scribbled on and started to quietly quiz her about proteins and ribosomes and amino acids. She did great for the most part but a couple acronyms like RNA, RER, and ER tripped her up, so we went over those again.
Half an hour later, I lowered the study guide and raised my eyebrows. “I think you have this.”
“Really?” A hopeful grin lit up her face. I loved putting it there.
With a nod, I said. “You’ll get an A, no problem.”
“Gosh, I hope so.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before slipping her study sheet into her biology book. “I know how much you like it, but biology is one class I do not want to have to retake.”
I smiled, not offended. As she pulled her bag closer to cram the book inside, I noticed an opened three-ring binder sitting on the table that had been hiding under her biology book. “Oh. Here. Don’t forget this.” I reached out and snagged it for her only to notice her handwriting taking up every line. A couple words caught my attention.
A thin ray of light slashed across her arm as if scolding her for disobeying her father and stepping outside—
“Sorry,” Zoey rushed out, breathlessly, snatching the pages from my hand before I could read any more.
She blushed and ducked her head as she shoved the book out of sight inside her bag.
I knew she didn’t want me to say anything, but my curiosity got the best of me. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” she started. But when she glanced at me, something in my face must’ve changed her mind, because her shoulders slumped. “It’s stupid,” she added, looking exposed and alone. “Just...I’m taking a creative writing class.”
“Really?” When she hurried to her feet to leave, I stood up as well. “I didn’t know you were a writer.”
“Oh, I’m not.” She looked at me quickly, and then just as quickly looked away. “I mean...I just dabble here and there. It’s silly, really.”
As she started for the exit, I fell into step beside her. “How is that silly? I think it’s amazing. I have no creativity whatsoever when it comes to storytelling. So I’m in awe of your ability.”
“But I’m not...and you...you’re...”
I couldn’t help it. I smiled. Usually, I was the one fumbling for words. “I’m a biology nerd?” I guessed as I opened the door for her to precede me outside.
She snorted, but quickly covered her mouth and blushed over her response. After delicately clearing her throat, she lowered her hand. “Uh, no. Nerd is the last word I’d use to describe you.”
I had been a nerd in high school, though, so it was nice to learn my image was somewhat improving. “The jock thing kind of screwed it up, huh?”
With a laugh, she kept pace with me across the campus. “Maybe that’s it. You’re a unique hybrid mix.”
Hybrid. Hybrid was so much better than freak. I liked the word hybrid. Almost as much as I liked her laugh.
“Is biology your major?” She moved closer to me to allow a bigger group to pass by, and her scent wafted up to my nostrils. My body instantly tensed. I’d managed not to get close enough to smell her throughout our entire study session, and now...now I just wanted to bury my face in the crook of her neck and inhale as deeply as my lungs would let me.
I shook my head and let out a breath when the group passed because she moved back out of my space.
“Uh...” Crap, what had we been talking about? She looked up at me, her green eyes so big and innocent and questioning.
Major! Somehow, my brain ignited the memory.