“Uh … my pill?”
He frowned. “What pill?”
“The pill, Travis. You have yet to replenish your top drawer and the last thing I need is to worry about whether or not I’m going to get my period.”
“Oh.”
“One of us has to be responsible,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“My God you’re sexy,” Travis said, propping his head up with his hand. “The most beautiful woman at Eastern is my girlfriend. That’s insanity.”
I rolled my eyes and slipped the purple silk over my head, crawling in bed beside him. I straddled his lap and kissed his neck, giggling when he let his head fall against the headboard. “Again? You’re gonna kill me, Pidge.”
“You can’t die,” I said, covering his face with kisses. “You’re too damn mean.”
“No, I can’t die because there are too many jackasses falling over themselves to take my place! I may live forever just to spite them!”
I giggled against his mouth and he flipped me onto my back. His finger slid under the delicate purple ribbon tied at the crest of my shoulder and slid it down my arm, kissing the skin it left behind.
“Why me, Trav?”
He leaned back, searching my eyes. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been with all these women, refused to settle down, refuse to even take a phone number … so why me?”
“Where is this coming from?” he said, his thumb caressing my cheek.
I shrugged. “I’m just curious.”
“Why me? You have half the men at Eastern just waiting for me to screw up.”
I wrinkled my nose. “That’s not true. Don’t change the subject.”
“It is true. If I hadn’t been chasing you from the beginning of school, you’d have more than Parker Hayes following you around. He’s just too self-absorbed to be scared of me.”
“You’re avoiding my question! And poorly, I might add.”
“O
kay! Why you?” A smile spread across his face and he leaned down to touch his lips to mine. “I had a thing for you since the night of that first fight.”
“What?” I said with a dubious expression.
“It’s true. You in that cardigan with blood all over you? You looked absolutely ridiculous,” he chuckled.
“Thanks.”
His smiled faded. “It was when you looked up at me. That was the moment. You had this wide-eyed, innocent look … no pretenses. You didn’t look at me like I was Travis Maddox,” he said, rolling his eyes at his own words, “you looked at me like I was … I don’t know, a person, I guess.”
“News flash, Trav. You are a person.”
He brushed my bangs from my face. “No, before you came, Shepley was the only one that treated me like anyone else. You didn’t get all awkward or flirt or run your fingers through your hair. You saw me.”
“I was a complete bitch to you.”
He kissed my neck. “That’s what sealed the deal.”
I slipped my hands down his back and into his boxers. “I hope this gets old soon. I don’t see myself ever getting tired of you.”