were you watching me sleep?”
“Oh, certainly,” he says with that grin, his eyes twinkling as he steps towards me. “Heavy breathing, creepy touches, some cellphone camera shots - the whole nine yards, darlin.”
I grin in spite of myself, “Weirdo.”
I turn and start to walk away, but Dalton falls in next to me. “But anyway, on the subject of being a creep and watching you this morning, are the pink polka-dots with the frayed elastic just like a ‘ go-to’ sleep thing, or were you just trying to spice things up since I was spending the night?”
I can feel my face bloom in red hot heat, as I drop my jaw and stare at him.
“Are you fucking kidding me! ”
I lunge at him, balling my fist up ready to punch him on that perfectly dimpled, smirking jaw.
“Hey, hey! ” He puts his hands up palms out and shakes his head, giving me that innocent look I’ve seen him flash at my dad or his mom to win them over. “I was a perfect gentleman,” he drawls out, grinning at me. “I averted my eyes from your unmentionables .”
I frown. “You did?”
“Nah, not really.”
I groan and roll my eyes as he laughs.
“Honestly though, I really think your social life could improve with some new ones.”
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Neither my panties nor my social life are any concern of yours,” I hiss under my breath as a group of students spot Dalton and start to crowd around us. All the guys high-five him, and two other girls come screeching over from across the quad, giggling and hyperventilating as they pose next to him for a selfie.
I roll my eyes and march on ahead.
“Anyways, where were we,” Dalton’s caught up with me at the edge of the student parking lot, jogging past me to get in my path.
“ We were nowhere.”
He strokes his chin. “Oh, right, your panties and me helping you get some new ones.”
I groan and roll my eyes, starting to push past him when I shiver at the feel of his lips right next to my ear.
“I could also help you out of those old ones first,” he husks, sending a shiver down my spine.
I swallow quickly, trying to will the heat out of my face as I turn and look at him as coolly as I possibly can. “You can’t talk to me like that.”
He grins right back. “Like what?”
“Like- like I’m one of those girls,” I say, nodding at the two he just took a selfie with who are waving at him and giggling. One makes a “call-me” motion as Dalton waves back.
I shake my head. “Okay, see? I’m not ‘those’ girls.”
“Never said you were, darlin,” he drawls out.
“Look.” I sigh. “Dalton-”
“Hailey.”
“Our parents are getting married-”
“Very true.”
I shoot him a look as he cuts me off and he makes a zipping motion across his lips.
“And you and I have nothing in common.”
Dalton clutches at his heart dramatically. “But look how close we’ve gotten as friends so far - sleepovers and everything.”
The grin creeps across my lips before I can stop it, and I quickly turn away, shaking my head. “Oh please, you and I both know you would’ve never talked to me if my dad wasn’t your Coach and marrying your mom.”
“Hey-”
“And I’d never talk to you,” I finish with a shrug. “Nothing personal.”
Dalton rolls his eyes. “Oh, yeah, of course.”
“Look, I’m just being honest,” I say with a shrug. “Besides, I’ve got a lot of work to do this semester so I can transfer.”
“Worried I’ll distract you?”
I blush. “ No ,” I say quickly. “Hardly.”
“Well then I guess we don’t have a problem, do we?”
I roll my eyes. “You are impossibly difficult.”
“Oh, I think most of the tabloids will tell you I’m pretty easy, actually.”
Gross .
I groan and go to push past him.
“Aww, where’re you going?”
“Home, we’ve got dinner with your mom and my dad tonight, in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Was just headed there myself, hop in.”
I turn back to him and frown. “Huh?”
Dalton nods past
“Oh, certainly,” he says with that grin, his eyes twinkling as he steps towards me. “Heavy breathing, creepy touches, some cellphone camera shots - the whole nine yards, darlin.”
I grin in spite of myself, “Weirdo.”
I turn and start to walk away, but Dalton falls in next to me. “But anyway, on the subject of being a creep and watching you this morning, are the pink polka-dots with the frayed elastic just like a ‘ go-to’ sleep thing, or were you just trying to spice things up since I was spending the night?”
I can feel my face bloom in red hot heat, as I drop my jaw and stare at him.
“Are you fucking kidding me! ”
I lunge at him, balling my fist up ready to punch him on that perfectly dimpled, smirking jaw.
“Hey, hey! ” He puts his hands up palms out and shakes his head, giving me that innocent look I’ve seen him flash at my dad or his mom to win them over. “I was a perfect gentleman,” he drawls out, grinning at me. “I averted my eyes from your unmentionables .”
I frown. “You did?”
“Nah, not really.”
I groan and roll my eyes as he laughs.
“Honestly though, I really think your social life could improve with some new ones.”
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Neither my panties nor my social life are any concern of yours,” I hiss under my breath as a group of students spot Dalton and start to crowd around us. All the guys high-five him, and two other girls come screeching over from across the quad, giggling and hyperventilating as they pose next to him for a selfie.
I roll my eyes and march on ahead.
“Anyways, where were we,” Dalton’s caught up with me at the edge of the student parking lot, jogging past me to get in my path.
“ We were nowhere.”
He strokes his chin. “Oh, right, your panties and me helping you get some new ones.”
I groan and roll my eyes, starting to push past him when I shiver at the feel of his lips right next to my ear.
“I could also help you out of those old ones first,” he husks, sending a shiver down my spine.
I swallow quickly, trying to will the heat out of my face as I turn and look at him as coolly as I possibly can. “You can’t talk to me like that.”
He grins right back. “Like what?”
“Like- like I’m one of those girls,” I say, nodding at the two he just took a selfie with who are waving at him and giggling. One makes a “call-me” motion as Dalton waves back.
I shake my head. “Okay, see? I’m not ‘those’ girls.”
“Never said you were, darlin,” he drawls out.
“Look.” I sigh. “Dalton-”
“Hailey.”
“Our parents are getting married-”
“Very true.”
I shoot him a look as he cuts me off and he makes a zipping motion across his lips.
“And you and I have nothing in common.”
Dalton clutches at his heart dramatically. “But look how close we’ve gotten as friends so far - sleepovers and everything.”
The grin creeps across my lips before I can stop it, and I quickly turn away, shaking my head. “Oh please, you and I both know you would’ve never talked to me if my dad wasn’t your Coach and marrying your mom.”
“Hey-”
“And I’d never talk to you,” I finish with a shrug. “Nothing personal.”
Dalton rolls his eyes. “Oh, yeah, of course.”
“Look, I’m just being honest,” I say with a shrug. “Besides, I’ve got a lot of work to do this semester so I can transfer.”
“Worried I’ll distract you?”
I blush. “ No ,” I say quickly. “Hardly.”
“Well then I guess we don’t have a problem, do we?”
I roll my eyes. “You are impossibly difficult.”
“Oh, I think most of the tabloids will tell you I’m pretty easy, actually.”
Gross .
I groan and go to push past him.
“Aww, where’re you going?”
“Home, we’ve got dinner with your mom and my dad tonight, in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Was just headed there myself, hop in.”
I turn back to him and frown. “Huh?”
Dalton nods past
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