I shrugged casually. “I think about lots of things.”
“Not going to tell me?” He pouted.
“No,” I laughed. “I’m not.”
“Does that mean you were thinking about me?” His eyes sparkled with laughter and he fought a smile.
“You’re really full of yourself,” I muttered, suppressing a laugh as I shook my head and looked away.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” Even though I wasn’t looking at him I could feel his smile like a caress on my skin.
“No,” I said defensively.
His answering smile said he didn’t believe me.
“I’m hungry.” He rubbed his stomach.
“Okay?” It came out as a question.
“Let’s go to the dining hall and get something to eat,” he suggested.
When I started to protest he pressed a finger against my lips, promptly shutting me up.
“There’s no harm in breakfast.”
He was right, but still…
I looked down at my sweaty clothes and back at him. “I’m kind of gross.”
“So am I.” He plucked at his white t-shirt. “Come on, Rae, we can be sweaty together.”
I snorted in a very undignified manner. “That sounded kind of perverted.”
He tapped my forehead with his long fingers. “I think you have a dirty mind, because that was a completely innocent comment.”
He hopped up in one lithe movement that I was instantly envious of. It was amazing that a guy his size could move like that. He certainly wasn’t small—not with his height and those muscles, but he moved so gracefully.
He held his large hand out for me and after a second of thought I took it. He hauled me up and against his chest. My breath left me in a gasp. My body curved against his hard lines and my eyes flicked up to his. Time seemed momentarily suspended. He stared at me for a moment and then his eyes darted to my lips. My tongue flicked out to moisten their surface. Blood roared in my ears as it rushed through my body. I couldn’t think about anything other than Cade and how good this felt. He reached up, smoothing his fingers against my cheek. My eyes closed and my breath came out in a shaky gasp. His touch felt heavenly and forbidden all at the same time.
When I opened my eyes and looked into his I saw that they’d darkened into a stormy blue.
Neither of us moved or even breathed.
Then he released me and the spell was broken.
I looked down at the ground, hoping to hide my embarrassment.
He grasped my chin and forced my head up. “You feel it too.” His eyes seared into me, leaving a brand.
I gasped, but didn’t get a chance to reply. He turned and walked away. When he realized I wasn’t following he turned around, his han
ds shoved in the pockets of his basketball shorts. “You coming?”
“Yeah,” I shook my head and jogged after him.
I made no comment about what he’d said. I figured that was better, because I wasn’t sure I could lie. I did feel it—whatever this thing between us was.
When we arrived at the dining hall it was relatively empty.