I’d love to make it my concern, darlin,” I say with a grin, stepping into her room. “Just to be clear, I’m talking about your choice in panties here.”
Hailey rolls her eyes again as she sneers at me. “Um, yeah , Dalton, I got that. But no, we’re not talking about that.”
“You might be shocked to know that I’m actually kind of an expert on women’s undergarment fashion.”
“Literally nothing would shock me less, actually,” she says with a fake smile my way.
She turns back to her books, shifting on the bed and slipping that pen back between her lips. I can feel the fire spark inside as I watch those lips close around the pen, practically growling at how clearly oblivious she is of how insanely hot it looks with her cheeks hollowing as she slowly sucks it between her lips.
Jesus, this is what I get for cock-blocking myself and denying myself natural relief. I’m standing here practically drooling like some sort of weirdo over the nerdy girl in the glasses and the Star Wars shirt with a pen in her mouth.
Hailey glances back up when she realizes I’m still in the room. “Look, I’ve got work to do.”
“I’m sure you do.” I’m moving towards her before I know what I’m doing, my eyes locked on hers, blood pounding in my ears.
“Dalton,” she says quickly.
“Yes?”
“I- I told you already, I’m very busy.”
I can’t tell which of us she’s trying to convince more as she says it.
“Yeah, I can see that,” I say with a grin.
“I’m serious.”
She holds my gaze, her big blue eyes looking at me over the rim of those sexy fucking nerd glasses and that fucking pen still stuck between her lips.
That pen and those lips are going to give me a fucking heart attack.
“Besides,” she says flippantly, pushing again at that pesky stray lock of hair. “Most of my clothes are back at the dorms, so I doubt you’d have much to work with anyways.”
She grins, as if proud of herself that she can toss it right back at me, but she quickly looks down at her books as if to hide both the grin and the blush that creeps across her face.
It doesn’t work.
“So is that an open invitation to your dorm?”
Her face goes a shade darker as she shoots me a quick look. She swallows thickly, her blue eyes meeting mine before she shrugs it off and looks back at her notebook. “Nope.”
I grin. “Aww, you don’t want any more sleepovers?”
The tips of her ears are red, even if she’s still burying her face in that book. “Um no, I don’t think my reputation would survive it.”
“Oh, I think me sleeping over would do wonders for your rep, actually.”
She looks up at me, then, the pen just teasing the corner of her lips. “We’re going to be related , Dalton,” she says quietly.
I hold that look of hers with my gaze. “No, we won’t be.”
We lock eyes for a full two seconds, before her eyes flash once and she drops her gaze again. She quickly shakes her head. “This is inappropriate,” she says quickly.
“Welcome to my world, darlin,” I murmur. I take another step towards where she’s sitting on the edge of her bed. “You got any more excuses inside that pretty head?”
“Excuses?”
I grin. “You know what I’m talking about.”
I’m teasing her, pushing her more than I know I should. But I can’t fucking help it. There’s something fucking magnetic - something primal - that keeps me there in that room and keeps me pushing this thing further and further.
She blinks quickly. “I’m sure I don’t.”
“I’d be happy to show you if you’re confused.”
She inhales sharply, that damn pen slipping back between her pouty lips. Her eyes narrow at me, and she suddenly pushes the book to the side. “I think you should leave,” she says quietly.
I roll my eyes. “Aww, c’mon, this little tit-for-tat was just starting to get good!”
She glares at me, “Out.”
She uncurls her legs, standing from the bed as she starts to push me back towards the door to
Hailey rolls her eyes again as she sneers at me. “Um, yeah , Dalton, I got that. But no, we’re not talking about that.”
“You might be shocked to know that I’m actually kind of an expert on women’s undergarment fashion.”
“Literally nothing would shock me less, actually,” she says with a fake smile my way.
She turns back to her books, shifting on the bed and slipping that pen back between her lips. I can feel the fire spark inside as I watch those lips close around the pen, practically growling at how clearly oblivious she is of how insanely hot it looks with her cheeks hollowing as she slowly sucks it between her lips.
Jesus, this is what I get for cock-blocking myself and denying myself natural relief. I’m standing here practically drooling like some sort of weirdo over the nerdy girl in the glasses and the Star Wars shirt with a pen in her mouth.
Hailey glances back up when she realizes I’m still in the room. “Look, I’ve got work to do.”
“I’m sure you do.” I’m moving towards her before I know what I’m doing, my eyes locked on hers, blood pounding in my ears.
“Dalton,” she says quickly.
“Yes?”
“I- I told you already, I’m very busy.”
I can’t tell which of us she’s trying to convince more as she says it.
“Yeah, I can see that,” I say with a grin.
“I’m serious.”
She holds my gaze, her big blue eyes looking at me over the rim of those sexy fucking nerd glasses and that fucking pen still stuck between her lips.
That pen and those lips are going to give me a fucking heart attack.
“Besides,” she says flippantly, pushing again at that pesky stray lock of hair. “Most of my clothes are back at the dorms, so I doubt you’d have much to work with anyways.”
She grins, as if proud of herself that she can toss it right back at me, but she quickly looks down at her books as if to hide both the grin and the blush that creeps across her face.
It doesn’t work.
“So is that an open invitation to your dorm?”
Her face goes a shade darker as she shoots me a quick look. She swallows thickly, her blue eyes meeting mine before she shrugs it off and looks back at her notebook. “Nope.”
I grin. “Aww, you don’t want any more sleepovers?”
The tips of her ears are red, even if she’s still burying her face in that book. “Um no, I don’t think my reputation would survive it.”
“Oh, I think me sleeping over would do wonders for your rep, actually.”
She looks up at me, then, the pen just teasing the corner of her lips. “We’re going to be related , Dalton,” she says quietly.
I hold that look of hers with my gaze. “No, we won’t be.”
We lock eyes for a full two seconds, before her eyes flash once and she drops her gaze again. She quickly shakes her head. “This is inappropriate,” she says quickly.
“Welcome to my world, darlin,” I murmur. I take another step towards where she’s sitting on the edge of her bed. “You got any more excuses inside that pretty head?”
“Excuses?”
I grin. “You know what I’m talking about.”
I’m teasing her, pushing her more than I know I should. But I can’t fucking help it. There’s something fucking magnetic - something primal - that keeps me there in that room and keeps me pushing this thing further and further.
She blinks quickly. “I’m sure I don’t.”
“I’d be happy to show you if you’re confused.”
She inhales sharply, that damn pen slipping back between her pouty lips. Her eyes narrow at me, and she suddenly pushes the book to the side. “I think you should leave,” she says quietly.
I roll my eyes. “Aww, c’mon, this little tit-for-tat was just starting to get good!”
She glares at me, “Out.”
She uncurls her legs, standing from the bed as she starts to push me back towards the door to
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