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)
“Do you think she’s his type?”
Ari looks at me, confused, then follows my gaze. She watches the pair.
“You know, if Brady has a type, like if he met someone that made him want to date someone for real, do you think it would be someone like her?”
When she doesn’t say anything, I look her way, finding her watching me closely.
I frown. “What?”
She opens her mouth but closes it, offering a small shrug instead. “Okay, so what do you mean ‘someone like her’?”
“You know, shy. Sweet and…innocent.” I swallow on the last word.
All things that I am not.
There was nothing innocent about what I did the other night.
“What makes you think she’s any of those things?” Ari says, a sort of softness in her voice that has me looking her way, but strangely, she’s staring at me, not the hot librarian girl…who is still standing there talking to Brady, by the way. “She could be a raging bitch.”
An unexpected laugh leaves me, and I glance up, my eyes locking with Brady’s down the path.
He lifts the hand still holding on to the other half of the treat—probably one she made with her great-grandma’s secret family recipe—giving me a little wave.
We haven’t seen each other much this week, and we’ve texted even less. He’s been a busy bee this week, locked down with school and football.
He’s told me so twice since he left my dorm the morning after I came to the sound of his voice, the feel of his touch. His teeth.
Do not blush, Cameron. He might be avoiding you a little.
Swallowing, I wave back, focusing once again on my friend.
“Anything you want to talk about?” she asks for the second time in the last couple weeks, but this time, there’s a spark in her eye.
“No. Why?”
Ari nods, looks toward the guys again, and then stands. “All right, I have to go. Paige should be here to pick me up in a little bit.”
“Have fun. Don’t wear protection.” I hug her and Ari laughs into my ear.
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” She winks, waving as she walks toward her twin and the others to say goodbye.
It’s technically a joke, but at the same time it’s sort of not. After the loss she and Noah unexpectedly faced our freshman year, I can’t think of a better way to close that part of their lives than by bringing in a new one.
A pang of sadness hits me, but I force it away, stand up, and start going through the wagon one more time, making sure I didn’t leave anything in the bags that should be on the table.
Hands come around my waist a minute later, and I fight the smile threatening to take over because I know who it is without looking. His touch is that familiar.
“Try this.” He thrusts a half-eaten cookie toward my mouth, and the smile that wanted to appear is long gone.
I don’t want to try library girl’s cookie. I can’t bake. I don’t care that she can and he likes it so much he wanted to show it off.
Jesus fucking Christ girl, what?!
Shut up.
I bite the damn cookie.
And then I gag, spitting it into my palm as Brady’s shoulders shake in silent laughter.
“So bad, right?” He presses his cheek to mine before pulling away, and I turn to face him. “Anywhere I can throw this out without her seeing?”
“What makes you think she’s watching you?” I raise a brow.
“Pshh.” He smirks. “Don’t you know what you’ve got here, Cammie Baby?” he teases, sneakily dropping the remainder of the cookie in the bag of plastic wrap in the wagon.
When I glance past him, sure enough, she is looking, but her head whips the other way the moment she sees that I am.
Does she not know he has a girlfriend?
Fake. Fake girlfriend.
I think I’m still sick. Or something.
Brady drops into the chair Ari vacated, and slowly, I lower into mine.
I feel a sort of tension, a small sense of unease that has been there a few days now, but I think I’m the only one.
Brady seems as cool as a cucumber sitting there in yet another AU football hoodie.
The morning classes start to let out, and soon the pathways are filled with students, both from AU and the high school visitors. An hour in, and we’re nearly out of candy and flyers, and we have over a hundred entries for the raffle.
Yet another group of girls comes up, all smiles and giggles as they ask my table partner about careers in the child development areas.
Same as he’s done the entire day, he gives me his full attention, his dimple gleaming back at me as he smirks. “Girlfriend, tell them all about it.”
I fight a laugh, looking to the girls and the tight smiles that have now taken over their flirty ones. I simply lift up the candy bowl. “Have a piece. We’re out of brochures.”