Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Nope.” I shake my head, pulling out of the parking lot. “Not telling you a word.”
“Hmm.”
I look over, and her gaze is still hooked on my lap. “Quit looking at my dick,” I chuckle, shifting my leg in case a little something decides to grow with all the attention it’s getting.
“Oh my god, I have something for you! This just reminded me.”
“You trying to become the newest X-Man with X-ray vision reminded you that you have something for me?” I raise a brow, making a left and heading down the main road toward town.
“Yep. I made it last week in art.”
“Wait, you made me something?”
“I did.” She grins, tugging her phone out and typing something before tucking it away again. She looks up. “Wait, where are we going?”
“To catch the end of the JC practice, then maybe the food trucks for some grub?”
She nods and kicks off her shoes, reaching behind her to pull the little blanket tucked in the back over her legs.
I smile from her to the road. “By the way, you’re buying.”
Cameron laughs, and when she leans her head on my shoulder a moment later, I move as little as possible so she’ll keep it there.
Cameron shivers, running inside the building with the blanket wrapped around her head. I hold the door open for the girls jogging up behind us, then step through, passing Cameron her soda when she holds her hand out.
“Let me take the food too.” She reaches for the bag, but I turn my shoulders so she can’t try and take it. “Brady, you’ve got your backpack, your gym bag, your drink, and the food. All I’ve got is one cup.”
“And a blanket.”
“That is hanging over my shoulders just fine. Let me help.”
“Shush and push the button, or we’ll just be hanging out in the hall all night.”
“Oh shit,” she chuckles, turning to the elevator. “It’s getting cold fast.”
“It is almost the end of October.”
“I know, but last year I was Becky Lynch for Halloween, and I don’t remember it being cold. This year’s going to call for a freaking parka.”
“Or maybe you just don’t remember how cold it was cause you pregamed pretty hard.”
“That…sounds legit.” She chuckles, unlocking her door and stopping short, making me bump into her. She grins over her shoulder, holding her finger to her lips.
I slip in behind her, spotting Ari knocked out on the couch, her phone in her hand. I’m so glad their parents insisted they keep the flat-style dorm all four years, even though it comes with a higher price tag.
Quietly, we make our way back to Cameron’s room. I set the food down on her little desk and drop my backpack to the foot of the bed.
“Wanna shower first?” she asks, tossing the blanket on the floor by the door.
“Yeah, I’ll be fast, but eat. I don’t want your food to get cold.”
“Then be Speedy Gonzales, and it won’t be.”
“You don’t have to wait.”
“OMG, are you still here?” she jokes, tearing her closet doors open and digging around in the little dresser tucked in there.
I slip out and into the bathroom. I’m in and out in five minutes or less, stepping back into her room as I scrub the towel across my head to get the excess water.
She’s already changed into her pj’s—a big shirt and shorts—and has arranged our food, having set us up on laptop pads with something playing quietly on the TV.
Her head pops up, gaze landing on my bare chest before lifting to meet my eyes. “Well, are you just gonna stand there and play the role of the Greek god statue or…?”
Smirking, I quietly close the door, hanging my towel on the little hook on the back of it. Picking up both of the laptop pads so our plates don’t fall off when the mattress dips, I climb onto the bed beside her, setting our food back down.
Cam opens up her tri-tip sandwich and is digging in before I’ve even gotten the lid off my pulled-pork mac and cheese. We eat in silence for a few minutes and then she wipes her mouth, reaching over the side of the bed to grab her drink.
“So our little outing was super random.” She shakes her cup a little and goes in for a sip.
“Well, you did crawl onto my hood uninvited.”
Cameron grins, tossing a salt packet at me.
I swat it away and she raises a brow.
“Obviously, I wasn’t referring to you and me, since we’re at the food trucks at least once a week. I meant the practice.”
I take another bite of my mac and cheese, and Cameron groans dramatically, picking up a piece of tri-tip that fell out of her roll.
A low chuckle leaves me, and I nod, swallowing my food before reaching over for my own drink. “I just wanted to see what was up. They start after us, so they’re always practicing later.”