Falcon (Trinity Academy 1)

Stop it. I’m not going to fall for it.

By the time Falcon has a smile plastered all over his too-hot-to-handle face, I’m swallowing hard on the attraction I feel.

Dropping my eyes to his neck, I hope to the high heavens Falcon didn’t see any of the emotions on my face.

When we reach the nurse’s office, my heart is beating out of control, and I’m beginning to sweat from all the effort it’s taking to not look at the stupid handsome face right above me.

Falcon puts me down on a bed, and instead of pulling back, he places his hands on the mattress, effectively caging me.

When he leans a little down and catches my eyes, I feel a wave of excitement and attraction crash over me.

“What?” I wanted to snap at him, but the word comes out sounding way too breathless.

Don’t fail me, heart.

Not this man.

Not ever.

“Thank. You.” He pronounces the words slowly with a low, gravelly timbre.

“For what?” I ask, feeling confused, desperate, and like I’m about to overheat all at once.

Letting out a chuckle, Falcon shakes his head as he finally pulls back. “Would it kill you to just say thank you?”

“Huh?” Frowning my frazzled mind scrambles to catch up to the moment from where it was stuck in intoxicated-by-hot-dude-land. As common sense returns to me, heat creeps up my neck.

He’s just a pretty face, Layla. This is Falcon Reyes we’re talking about. Off-limits. Mom’s future boss. Heir to wealth beyond your wildest imagination. Falling for him will just be plain stupid.

“Thank you.” Lucky for me, the nurse comes in right then, saving me from being alone with Falcon for another torturous second.

Dressed in a pristine navy-blue uniform, the woman looks more like a PA than a nurse. “Mr. Reyes, is everything okay?” she asks him, not even looking at me.

“Layla seems to have sprained her neck,” he offers the information.

“How did it happen?” she asks as she moves closer to me so she can take a look.

“By being too nosy,” Falcon states and before I can even glare at the jerk, he turns around and walks out.It’s only been four days since classes started and I’m already swamped with assignments. Thanks to some painkillers and stretching exercises, my neck is all better.

I overslept this morning and didn’t have time for breakfast, which has my stomach growling as I walk to the restaurant to meet Kingsley for lunch.

Sitting down, I let out a sigh as I place my bag on the floor next to my chair.

“I could eat half a cow right now,” I admit, giving Kingsley a smile.

“That makes two of us. Let’s order.”

After the waiter leaves with our order, Kingsley leans back in her chair and lets out a groan. “How are we going to get all this work done?” She shoots forward and looks hopefully at me. “You think it’s too late to change my major?”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “To what? Everyone is complaining about their workload no matter what they’re studying.”

She slumps back again and pouts. “True. It sucks.”

“You can say that again.”

“What sucks?”

Both our heads snap up when Lake comes to stand next to our table.

Gentle with the neck, Layla. Let’s not sprain the damn thing again so soon after getting it healed.

Kingsley grabs Lake’s hand and pulls him closer to the table. “Sit! You’re just the person I’m looking for.”

“I am?” Lake asks while grabbing the seat next to her. The waiter brings our order of pizzas, and as he places it down on the table, Lake grins. “Just in time.”

“Should I bring your milkshake to this table?” the waiter asks.

“That would be great, Jeremy.” I find myself staring at Lake when he smiles at the waiter before he proceeds to help himself to a couple of slices.

Kingsley’s laughter draws my attention to her, and seeing that she’s laughing at me, I ask, “What?”

“The look on your face is priceless.”

“What look?”

“You’re looking at Lake as if he’s an alien.”

“The way he eats, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Mason comments. He takes a seat next to Lake, which has my eyes widening.

Shit.

No.

Oh hell.

Please.

“We’re having pizza? Again?” Falcon complains as he sits down in the only open chair which happens to be next to me.

Ugh.

Last time I’m praying.

“We’re having pizza,” I answer while I quickly grab three slices before it’s all gone. I shove the greasy yumminess into my mouth and let out a moan as I begin to chew.

Food. Finally.

“And now I understand the meaning of food porn.” Mason’s words stun the hell out me and trying to swallow too fast, I almost kill myself by choking.

Kingsley gently pats my back as I start to cough.

Mason lets out a disgruntled breath and shaking his head, he reaches for a slice of pizza as he mutters, “Totally ruined the fantasy for me.”

As soon as I can breathe properly, I glare at Mason, “And you’re totally ruining lunch for me.”