mardi 16 juin 2020

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“Tell me something…why aren’t you already here with someone?”
“What do you mean?”
“There isn’t a guy in the picture somewhere?”
It’s my turn to shrink away from the topic. I’d probably have more to say with regards to thirteenth-century textiles than dating. And since I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one evening, I’d rather not compound my humiliation by sharing the details of my non-existent love life.
“So there is a story there,” Conor says, misreading my hesitation for coyness. “Let’s hear it.”
“What about you?” I volley back. “Haven’t settled on that one special groupie yet?”
He shrugs, unbothered by my teasing jab. “Don’t really do girlfriends.”
“Ugh, that sounds slimy.”
“No, I just mean I’ve never dated anyone for more than a few weeks. If it’s not there, it’s not there, you know?”
Oh, I know the type. Bores easy. Constantly looking over his shoulder at the next thing passing by. A walking meme in the flesh.
Figures. The pretty ones are always aching for their freedom.
“Don’t think you’ve distracted me,” he says, giving me a knowing smile. “Answer the question.”
“Sorry to disappoint. No guys. No story.” One unremarkable entanglement sophomore year that hardly fulfilled the definition of a relationship is too pathetic to warrant mention.
“Come on. I’m not as dumb as I look. What, did you break his heart? He spend six months sleeping on the sidewalk outside the sorority house?”
“Why do you assume I’m the kind of girl a guy would pine over in the rain and sleet?”
“You kidding?” His silvery eyes sweep over me, lingering on various parts of my body before returning to meet my gaze. Everywhere he looked is now tingling like crazy. “Babe, you’ve got the kind of body that boys build in their heads under the sheets after dark.”
“Don’t do that,” I tell him, all humor draining from my voice as I start to turn away. “Don’t mock me. That’s not nice.”
“Taylor.”
I jerk when he takes my hand, keeping me in place so that we’re still facing each other. As my pulse kicks into overdrive, he presses my shaky hand against his chest. His body is warm, solid. His heart beats a quick, steady rhythm beneath my palm.
I’m touching Conor Edwards’ chest.
What the hell is happening right now? Never in my wildest dreams did I envision the Kappa Chi Spring Break Hangover party ending this way.
“I mean it.” His voice thickens. “I’ve been sitting here having filthy thoughts about you all night. Don’t mistake my manners for indifference.”

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