All Lined Up (Rusk University 1) - Page 32

He chuckles. “Easy, girl. I couldn’t care less how old you are. Want one?” He holds up his cigarette carton in offering, and before I can decline (because blech), an arm drapes over my shoulder, and I’m pulled in close to a very sweaty, very hard body.

“You looking for me?” Carson asks.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, and I know he’s been running. He’s smearing sweat on me, and my reaction should be similar to Beanie Boy’s cigarette offer (blech). Instead, I find it kind of . . . hot (brain = broken, clearly).

I narrow my eyes on him. “Aren’t you supposed to be taking the night off? How long have you been running?”

He brushes a strand of hair off my face, and thumbs my nose in a gesture that feels both affectionate and condescending, like I’m a little kid.

“I don’t need a mom, Cole. Got one of those.”

“I’m not your mom. I’m your friend.” I shoot him a challenging look, and all he does is grin in response.

“Right.”

He stretches out the word like I’ve just said something delusional, and when he glances at Beanie Boy, it’s with hard eyes that don’t seem very friendly.

“Have a good night.”

Then his arm tightens around my shoulder, and he starts steering me back in the direction of his apartment.

“Hey!” I stick my elbow into his ribs and use it to pry myself out of his grip. “I was talking to him! What if I liked him? You can’t just go steering me around like I’m your pet.”

Apparently, I didn’t wait until we were far enough away, because Beanie Boy shouts after us. “Do you like me?”

I flounder for a response, my mouth doing that unattractive open-and-close bit that makes me look like a fish.

“She doesn’t. Sorry, man,” Carson says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me along a little faster.

“Seriously? I get mad at you for controlling me, so you decide to do it some more? You are really not getting this whole friendship thing.”

“You gave me rules for a friendship. Stealing you away from some guy obviously not worth your time was not mentioned anywhere in those rules.”

“You don’t even know him! How could you possibly know if he’s worth my time?”

He stops and steps close enough to me that I have to tip my head back to see his face. Momentarily, I think about how much I love that he’s actually taller than me. My head is perfectly aligned with his chest so that if I leaned into him, I could lay my head in the crook of his shoulder.

“I don’t know if he’s worth your time, but I do know he’s not getting it. You came here to see me, which means your time belongs to me for as long as I can manage to keep you here.”

I’m beginning to see why other people find my honesty off-putting. There’s no good way to reply, so I change the subject.

“You’re lucky. You weren’t home, so I was about to leave.”

He hooks his arm around my shoulder again, and this time I manage a more appropriate response.

“Gross, Carson. You’re all sweaty.”

“Am I?”

He pulls me into him and buries his face in my neck, wiping his damp hair across my skin. He smells salty and masculine and delicious and gah—seriously, what is wrong with my brain?

“Carson!” I push at his shoulders, trying to stifle a laugh and failing. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

He stops rubbing his hair against me, but doesn’t unwrap his arms from around me.

“Just celebrating my luck.”

He holds me for a few seconds longer, and I can feel his tantalizing breath against my neck. I dig my fingernails into his arms, but that only makes me more conscious of how close he is. He pulls away one torturous moment later, his arm still over my shoulder, but otherwise not acknowledging that anything more than friendly had just happened.

“So what do you want to do tonight, Daredevil?”

It takes me a second longer than I’d like to find my voice. “Doesn’t matter. I was just bored of the party Stella dragged me to.”

“Well, we can’t have that.”

We approach his building in silence, but as we take the stairs he asks, “So, what was this party?”

I shrug. “It was at another art major’s house.”

“And you weren’t having fun? Not even with your friend? I guess that means you don’t want me to shower and take you back to the party we just passed. I know the dude who lives there.”

“Uh, no thanks. I just never feel comfortable at parties. If you’re not drinking, it just seems like work—all the get-to-know-you chats that are painful on a normal basis, but straight-up miserable as the other person gets progressively less coherent.”

“No personal conversations, huh? You’re not the easiest person to get to know, Cole.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s different at a party. Most of those people, I’ll never see again, so it just seems like a waste of time. I don’t mind talking with you. You’re different.”

“I’m free to ask invasive, get-to-know-you questions? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Within reason,” I hedge.

He opens the door to his apartment, and I step inside without any hesitation this time.

“Make yourself at home,” he says. “I’m going to rinse off in the shower, but I promise I’ll be fast. There are food and drinks in the fridge if you want anything.”

I take a seat on the couch and tell him that I’m fine. He disappears down the hallway, and as soon as I hear his bedroom door click shut, I throw myself down face-first on his couch with a silent scream, and do my best not to think about him getting naked in the other room.

I fail.

And my imagination is surprisingly vivid.

Chapter 16

Carson

I take the coldest, fastest shower that I can manage, and I run plays in my head to keep from thinking about the girl just on the other side of the wall. I’m pissed at myself for not taking my phone on my run. I damn near missed her completely because I’m too insecure to take a night off.

I’m getting better. That much is for sure. I’ve had three sessions now with Torres and Brookes, and I’m finally starting to see the payoff of the hours I’m putting in. The receivers are jokers too, which makes the time fly by. Unlike a lot of the crap I hear on the field and in the locker room, their jokes are genuinely funny. Most of the time.

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