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him.
Dakota held up a finger. "Give me a minute. I'm serious here." For once, he actually sounded like it. "In return, I'll be your sobriety buddy, in sickness and in health, through problems big and small, and in moments of desperate need. Until we turn twenty-one or our sentences have been served. Whichever comes first."
The class actually went silent. The guys near me were literally perched on the edge of their seats, waiting for my answer.
"Does this proposal come with a ring?" I tried to look very serious and not laugh. Or give away my suddenly trembling hands.
"I thought my proposal had a nice ring to it. Isn't that enough?" Dak was still holding my hand.
I felt warm and flushed. And happy .
"Oh, come on! You can't turn the guy down in front of the whole class," the guy on the other side of me said.
"No fair!" someone else yelled as the class got into the spirit of it. "There aren't enough girls to go around."
Larry was lividly silent. But he had enough good sense to stand down and stand back to see what happened.
"To the quick go the spoils." Dakota squeezed my hand. "Well? What do you say?"
I took a deep breath and quoted a line from The Tempest that I'd been studying in English Lit. "Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows."
I met a sea of puzzled looks.
"Shakespeare?"
Blank stares.
I rolled my eyes. "Do I have to spell it out? Yes! I say yes." There was no way I could have said no.
The class erupted in cheers.
Larry smiled. His eyes twinkled, like he was amused and pleased. With himself. Damn, the man was a good actor, like quicksilver with his moods. "Well played, Mr. Bradley. Miss Peterson, care to share your plan?"
Dak dropped my hand and slid back into his seat. My hand tingled, missing him already.
I pointed to him. "I'm on the abstaining, non-party, sobriety buddy, have-no-social-life, die-of-boredom plan. With him."
"Am I supposed to be flattered?" Dak's eyes sparkled.
"Hey, I wouldn't want to be bored and a social pariah with anybody else." I smiled sweetly at him.
He laughed. "I'll take it."
"All I can say is with all the parties I'll be missing, my grades had better improve." I laughed with him.
Chapter Seven
Dakota
After class, the weather had turned even colder, teetering between rain and snow. Some of the guys wanted to get together. Like we were suddenly buds. A couple of them were pretty cool. But what would we do? Go out for a beer? My fake ID was pretty much grounded along with my real one. We decided on pizza. I invited Morgan along. To my surprise, she accepted. But what the hell was she going to do on her own on a Saturday night, anyway? If only my damn racing pulse would get a clue she was hanging with us out of desperation and boredom and nothing more.
As Morgan sat next to me, her perfume wafted over to me. It smelled like sex. And made me horny as hell. I couldn't shake my awareness of her even as she ignored me and flirted with the other guys.
Any of them would love to have bedded her. Irrationally, that made me mad and protective.
At one point, one guy got slid his arm around her shoulder. Shit, I knew that move. Next he'd try the accidental breast brush. Or put his hand on her knee.
He leaned in to bend her ear. "Hey, babe, want to ditch this crowd and see a movie with me?"
Yeah, the way he caressed the word "movie," sex was the first thing on his mind. A movie was just a prelude.
I wasn't Morgan's abstinence buddy, but I jumped in without thinking, putting humor in my voice to cover my anger. "Lay off her and get your own sobriety buddy."
"Shit, man!" He laughed, but his eyes were hard. "You think you own her now?"
I balled my fist, almost aching for a fight.
Morgan flashed me a look, warning me to butt out. Her eyes were snapping. She turned and gave him a megawatt smile. "Thanks, but it's Saturday night and I have sobriety duty with this one." She hitched her thumb at me and rested her hand on my shoulder.
She sounded so sweet and
Dakota held up a finger. "Give me a minute. I'm serious here." For once, he actually sounded like it. "In return, I'll be your sobriety buddy, in sickness and in health, through problems big and small, and in moments of desperate need. Until we turn twenty-one or our sentences have been served. Whichever comes first."
The class actually went silent. The guys near me were literally perched on the edge of their seats, waiting for my answer.
"Does this proposal come with a ring?" I tried to look very serious and not laugh. Or give away my suddenly trembling hands.
"I thought my proposal had a nice ring to it. Isn't that enough?" Dak was still holding my hand.
I felt warm and flushed. And happy .
"Oh, come on! You can't turn the guy down in front of the whole class," the guy on the other side of me said.
"No fair!" someone else yelled as the class got into the spirit of it. "There aren't enough girls to go around."
Larry was lividly silent. But he had enough good sense to stand down and stand back to see what happened.
"To the quick go the spoils." Dakota squeezed my hand. "Well? What do you say?"
I took a deep breath and quoted a line from The Tempest that I'd been studying in English Lit. "Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows."
I met a sea of puzzled looks.
"Shakespeare?"
Blank stares.
I rolled my eyes. "Do I have to spell it out? Yes! I say yes." There was no way I could have said no.
The class erupted in cheers.
Larry smiled. His eyes twinkled, like he was amused and pleased. With himself. Damn, the man was a good actor, like quicksilver with his moods. "Well played, Mr. Bradley. Miss Peterson, care to share your plan?"
Dak dropped my hand and slid back into his seat. My hand tingled, missing him already.
I pointed to him. "I'm on the abstaining, non-party, sobriety buddy, have-no-social-life, die-of-boredom plan. With him."
"Am I supposed to be flattered?" Dak's eyes sparkled.
"Hey, I wouldn't want to be bored and a social pariah with anybody else." I smiled sweetly at him.
He laughed. "I'll take it."
"All I can say is with all the parties I'll be missing, my grades had better improve." I laughed with him.
Chapter Seven
Dakota
After class, the weather had turned even colder, teetering between rain and snow. Some of the guys wanted to get together. Like we were suddenly buds. A couple of them were pretty cool. But what would we do? Go out for a beer? My fake ID was pretty much grounded along with my real one. We decided on pizza. I invited Morgan along. To my surprise, she accepted. But what the hell was she going to do on her own on a Saturday night, anyway? If only my damn racing pulse would get a clue she was hanging with us out of desperation and boredom and nothing more.
As Morgan sat next to me, her perfume wafted over to me. It smelled like sex. And made me horny as hell. I couldn't shake my awareness of her even as she ignored me and flirted with the other guys.
Any of them would love to have bedded her. Irrationally, that made me mad and protective.
At one point, one guy got slid his arm around her shoulder. Shit, I knew that move. Next he'd try the accidental breast brush. Or put his hand on her knee.
He leaned in to bend her ear. "Hey, babe, want to ditch this crowd and see a movie with me?"
Yeah, the way he caressed the word "movie," sex was the first thing on his mind. A movie was just a prelude.
I wasn't Morgan's abstinence buddy, but I jumped in without thinking, putting humor in my voice to cover my anger. "Lay off her and get your own sobriety buddy."
"Shit, man!" He laughed, but his eyes were hard. "You think you own her now?"
I balled my fist, almost aching for a fight.
Morgan flashed me a look, warning me to butt out. Her eyes were snapping. She turned and gave him a megawatt smile. "Thanks, but it's Saturday night and I have sobriety duty with this one." She hitched her thumb at me and rested her hand on my shoulder.
She sounded so sweet and
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