your world.”
“My world? Don’t you live here too?”
I felt him shake his head, then he kissed my temple. He was quiet after that, and I thought he’d decided to fall back asleep.
Right as I relaxed he said, “I really need a shower though. I’m sticky.”
My throat heated, spreading into my chest remembering how he’d gotten sticky. Come and lube and sweat.
“I can fix that.” I wriggled over him and out of the bed. After dragging on my robe, I rummaged through the closet to find the washcloths my mom had sent me off with. “Be right back.”
In the bathroom I ducked into one of the shower stalls and wiped myself down. It felt a lot stickier than it was. I wet a fresh washcloth for Wyatt and added a little soap from the dispenser over the sink. On the way out, I paused for a second to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was sticking up like I was doing a weather broadcast in a hurricane. My cheeks were a little red under my freckles, the color staining my throat and chest.
“You totally just had sex. And it was awesome,” I told myself.
The high floated me back down the hall until I got back to my room and looked at my empty bed.
Wyatt was gone.
Chapter 11
I wadded up the sheets and shoved them into the laundry bag, then eyed the pillowcase. Fuck it. I was leaving it unwashed. It smelled like Wyatt, like rain and fall leaves, and I wasn’t ready to let that go.
I hit Fast-Forward on another of the peppy songs my Pandora station seemed determined to play for me this morning and headed down to the laundry room with my calculus book.
Connor had rolled in at 7:00 a.m. with a grin and a thumbs-up and flopped on his bed, his sleep grumbles starting up almost immediately.
I’d only had about twenty minutes of sleep in the hours since Wyatt pulled his vanishing act, so when Connor came back, I’d decided I might as well be productive if I was going to be awake.
Deciding wasn’t doing though. Slouching in a chair with my calculus book on my lap and my feet on the folding table while some underwear, socks and last nights’ sheets got busy with Tide, all I could think about was Wyatt.
I didn’t have his phone number, didn’t know anyone who had classes with him, only where he worked and where his room was. And for damned sure, I wasn’t going anywhere near his room.
In the worst moments of staring at the ceiling last night, I’d imagined Wyatt and Blake talking about me.
Dude , you weren’t kidding about him being clingy. I practically had to chew off an arm to escape.
That thought kept me rooted on the east side of campus. I wasn’t about to go chasing him through the jock cafeteria, putting on a very special Ethan Is Pathetic and Desperate Show.
There wasn’t anything else I could do besides prepare for the one midterm I was totally going to fail.
Despite me hiding from it behind window blinds, the sunlight streaming in proved the day was beautiful. By noon, most people had taken their studying outside. Makayla tried to drag me out too, but I was clinging to the idea that Wyatt might come looking for me in the only place he knew to find me. My dorm room.
“We could totally find some hot nerd who can help you with your calculus. Look at them all over the lawn.”
Being outside sounded way better than feeling locked up in my room. “One condition. We go hang out by Lake Murphy.”
“This isn’t about your soccer guy, is it?” Makayla gave me a suspicious side eye.
I was strong with truth on my side. “It’s really not.”
The sky was ridiculously blue, making the leaf colors on the trees extra bright. Me, Makayla and Whitney were a freaking college brochure picture. Three students on a blanket in the bright sunshine, books spread around us. The midterm suspension of Humans vs. Zombies lasted until Saturday 6:00 a.m.
This wasn’t the hill where I’d watched for Blake five weeks ago. We were right above the path that went from the student center to Kilpatrick. Despite the
“My world? Don’t you live here too?”
I felt him shake his head, then he kissed my temple. He was quiet after that, and I thought he’d decided to fall back asleep.
Right as I relaxed he said, “I really need a shower though. I’m sticky.”
My throat heated, spreading into my chest remembering how he’d gotten sticky. Come and lube and sweat.
“I can fix that.” I wriggled over him and out of the bed. After dragging on my robe, I rummaged through the closet to find the washcloths my mom had sent me off with. “Be right back.”
In the bathroom I ducked into one of the shower stalls and wiped myself down. It felt a lot stickier than it was. I wet a fresh washcloth for Wyatt and added a little soap from the dispenser over the sink. On the way out, I paused for a second to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was sticking up like I was doing a weather broadcast in a hurricane. My cheeks were a little red under my freckles, the color staining my throat and chest.
“You totally just had sex. And it was awesome,” I told myself.
The high floated me back down the hall until I got back to my room and looked at my empty bed.
Wyatt was gone.
Chapter 11
I wadded up the sheets and shoved them into the laundry bag, then eyed the pillowcase. Fuck it. I was leaving it unwashed. It smelled like Wyatt, like rain and fall leaves, and I wasn’t ready to let that go.
I hit Fast-Forward on another of the peppy songs my Pandora station seemed determined to play for me this morning and headed down to the laundry room with my calculus book.
Connor had rolled in at 7:00 a.m. with a grin and a thumbs-up and flopped on his bed, his sleep grumbles starting up almost immediately.
I’d only had about twenty minutes of sleep in the hours since Wyatt pulled his vanishing act, so when Connor came back, I’d decided I might as well be productive if I was going to be awake.
Deciding wasn’t doing though. Slouching in a chair with my calculus book on my lap and my feet on the folding table while some underwear, socks and last nights’ sheets got busy with Tide, all I could think about was Wyatt.
I didn’t have his phone number, didn’t know anyone who had classes with him, only where he worked and where his room was. And for damned sure, I wasn’t going anywhere near his room.
In the worst moments of staring at the ceiling last night, I’d imagined Wyatt and Blake talking about me.
Dude , you weren’t kidding about him being clingy. I practically had to chew off an arm to escape.
That thought kept me rooted on the east side of campus. I wasn’t about to go chasing him through the jock cafeteria, putting on a very special Ethan Is Pathetic and Desperate Show.
There wasn’t anything else I could do besides prepare for the one midterm I was totally going to fail.
Despite me hiding from it behind window blinds, the sunlight streaming in proved the day was beautiful. By noon, most people had taken their studying outside. Makayla tried to drag me out too, but I was clinging to the idea that Wyatt might come looking for me in the only place he knew to find me. My dorm room.
“We could totally find some hot nerd who can help you with your calculus. Look at them all over the lawn.”
Being outside sounded way better than feeling locked up in my room. “One condition. We go hang out by Lake Murphy.”
“This isn’t about your soccer guy, is it?” Makayla gave me a suspicious side eye.
I was strong with truth on my side. “It’s really not.”
The sky was ridiculously blue, making the leaf colors on the trees extra bright. Me, Makayla and Whitney were a freaking college brochure picture. Three students on a blanket in the bright sunshine, books spread around us. The midterm suspension of Humans vs. Zombies lasted until Saturday 6:00 a.m.
This wasn’t the hill where I’d watched for Blake five weeks ago. We were right above the path that went from the student center to Kilpatrick. Despite the
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