Noah’s hand curled around my waist. With my left hand I pried his fingers off but he smiled at me, knowing and loving that he had the upper hand.
Too tired. Maybe tomorrow?
K-Text when you get to the dorm.
Love you.
Same
“Heaven, would you like to join us post-game? I brought dessert.”
More? We’d already had pie and she doled out cake as well. How did this woman stay stick-thin?
“It’s been a long day,” I told her. “Thank you so much for having me, but I really think I should head back to the dorm. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
She smiled approvingly and gave me a hug. Mr. Hancock clasped my hand and told me how nice it was to meet me. I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes lingered over my chest for a few seconds too long. Noah hovered nearby like a prison guard waiting for me to make a break for it. He wasn’t wrong.
“I’ll come back after I drop Heaven off,” Noah said. He linked his sticky hand with mine and I forced myself not to fight it until we were out of sight. Then I shook him loose.
“Don’t touch me.” The rage from the day had built into something I could no longer contain. “This whole thing is insane, Noah. I don’t think you’re really a dick. You’re just desperate to please your father.”
“And you’re not?”
I stopped outside Stetson Hall, having no intention of asking him in. He touched my chin and I shifted away.
“We made a deal,” he said quietly.
“You reneged on our deal.”
“This is business. Rules are renegotiated all the time.” His eyes zeroed in on my lips and his hand reached for my hip.
“Don’t,” I whispered. Not wanting to make a scene.
He didn’t stop, leaning in to brush his lips against mine. I twisted my head and he caught me on the cheek. With both hands I pushed him away and ran to the door.
“Night, Heaven,” he said loudly. “I had a great time.”
I didn’t breathe until I was in my suite with the door shut and locked.
Thankfully no one was home, and I stripped down and got in the shower, desperate to wash the day away.
My phone rang before I was dry. I wrapped the towel around me and answered.
“Hello?”
“Heaven!”
“Hi, Mom.” I sat on the bed in my room. It was only 9 p.m. but it felt way later.
“You okay? You sound funny.”
“I’m fine. Just tired. It was a long day.”
“How was the game?” she asked. My mother never seemed interested in my high school days, but now that I’m in college and a hundred miles away, she found time?
“It was fun. We won.”
“And Noah? How was he?” She said his name in a flirty way.