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a football. He clearly just got back from practice. “Missed you this morning at practice,” he yells up in a clear voice.
I shush him. “People are going to see you.”
Saint shrugs. “So what? I’m used to people seeing me.”
“You need to leave,” I hiss down at him.
“If you come down here I will,” he says.
“What?”
He laughs. “I can’t very well come upstairs, can I?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Unless you really want me to, and then I could -“
I shush him again. “Fine!” I whisper hoarsely. “Give me five minutes to get dressed.”
I slam the windows shut and sit on the edge of my bed to collect myself. My heart is racing and my cheeks are on fire with embarrassment. I finally get it together enough to pull on a long skirt and one of my dozen cardigans. I actually grab the baby pink one. I never wear this one. I usually stick to taupe, grey, and white. This one is half a size too small for me.
I blush as I think about why I chose it. I actually want to look good for Saint.
The guy that I allegedly don’t care about.
I’m not doing a great job convincing myself that’s true anymore, clearly.
I grab my room key and head downstairs.
Saint is at the side entrance, leaning against the wall nonchalantly and spinning a football in his fingers. “Hey,” he says in a voice like caramel.
“Did you check that ball out of the supply room? Because Coach makes me count them,” I retort, hoping for a change of subject that gives me the upper hand.
“Relax, Delilah. I do follow some rules, believe it or not.” He steps closer to me. “I like that sweater. That’s a good color on you.”
I blush. Again. I cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”
“I want to know why you weren’t at practice today. You don’t look sick to me,” he says challengingly.
Oh. Right. I’m supposed to be sick, not waltzing around in pink cardigans with the most eligible guy on campus. “I’m feeling better now, thanks,” I reply.
Saint pierces me with his gaze. “You know what I think?”
“What?” My heart cannot handle his blue eyes right now. They’re too much.
“I think you were embarrassed about last night and you didn’t want to see me at practice.”
I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m here now. You’re here now. And you’re coming with me.”
I guffaw at this pronouncement. “Excuse me?”
He tosses the football at me and I catch it easily. “You heard me. Come on.”
He strides away confidently, heading down the sidewalk to the student parking lot. I don’t have a car. Saint does.
I weigh my options. Every fiber of my being wants to follow Saint.
The rational part of my brain is telling me not to.
But I already know that in the last twenty-four hours I haven’t been acting like myself.
What’s a few more hours?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SAINT
She’s wearing that same dowdy cardigan that drives me crazy.
Only this time, it’s pink.
On most girls, this would be just another boring shade. Nothing special. Just ordinary.
But on Esther? The color makes her cheeks glow even more than they do when I’m making her blush.
And it seems to be a size smaller than she normally wears.
Nothing like a fresh set of sweater puppies to get a guy going in the morning.
I’m a good ten yards away from her dorm when I finally hear her feet jogging to keep up with me. I play it cool and don’t turn around.
I knew she would follow me. Nobody can resist this smile, not even her.
I unlock my Jeep and toss my duffel into the backseat. Esther throws the football on top of the bag and climbs inside the Jeep.
“Never thought I’d see the day when Delilah skipped class to go off campus.” I turn the key and the engine roars to life.
She shrugs and gives me a sexy grin. Well, I’m not sure she knows it’s sexy, but it sure as fuck is. “Where are we going?”
I put the Jeep in drive and speed away. “You’ll
I shush him. “People are going to see you.”
Saint shrugs. “So what? I’m used to people seeing me.”
“You need to leave,” I hiss down at him.
“If you come down here I will,” he says.
“What?”
He laughs. “I can’t very well come upstairs, can I?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Unless you really want me to, and then I could -“
I shush him again. “Fine!” I whisper hoarsely. “Give me five minutes to get dressed.”
I slam the windows shut and sit on the edge of my bed to collect myself. My heart is racing and my cheeks are on fire with embarrassment. I finally get it together enough to pull on a long skirt and one of my dozen cardigans. I actually grab the baby pink one. I never wear this one. I usually stick to taupe, grey, and white. This one is half a size too small for me.
I blush as I think about why I chose it. I actually want to look good for Saint.
The guy that I allegedly don’t care about.
I’m not doing a great job convincing myself that’s true anymore, clearly.
I grab my room key and head downstairs.
Saint is at the side entrance, leaning against the wall nonchalantly and spinning a football in his fingers. “Hey,” he says in a voice like caramel.
“Did you check that ball out of the supply room? Because Coach makes me count them,” I retort, hoping for a change of subject that gives me the upper hand.
“Relax, Delilah. I do follow some rules, believe it or not.” He steps closer to me. “I like that sweater. That’s a good color on you.”
I blush. Again. I cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”
“I want to know why you weren’t at practice today. You don’t look sick to me,” he says challengingly.
Oh. Right. I’m supposed to be sick, not waltzing around in pink cardigans with the most eligible guy on campus. “I’m feeling better now, thanks,” I reply.
Saint pierces me with his gaze. “You know what I think?”
“What?” My heart cannot handle his blue eyes right now. They’re too much.
“I think you were embarrassed about last night and you didn’t want to see me at practice.”
I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m here now. You’re here now. And you’re coming with me.”
I guffaw at this pronouncement. “Excuse me?”
He tosses the football at me and I catch it easily. “You heard me. Come on.”
He strides away confidently, heading down the sidewalk to the student parking lot. I don’t have a car. Saint does.
I weigh my options. Every fiber of my being wants to follow Saint.
The rational part of my brain is telling me not to.
But I already know that in the last twenty-four hours I haven’t been acting like myself.
What’s a few more hours?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SAINT
She’s wearing that same dowdy cardigan that drives me crazy.
Only this time, it’s pink.
On most girls, this would be just another boring shade. Nothing special. Just ordinary.
But on Esther? The color makes her cheeks glow even more than they do when I’m making her blush.
And it seems to be a size smaller than she normally wears.
Nothing like a fresh set of sweater puppies to get a guy going in the morning.
I’m a good ten yards away from her dorm when I finally hear her feet jogging to keep up with me. I play it cool and don’t turn around.
I knew she would follow me. Nobody can resist this smile, not even her.
I unlock my Jeep and toss my duffel into the backseat. Esther throws the football on top of the bag and climbs inside the Jeep.
“Never thought I’d see the day when Delilah skipped class to go off campus.” I turn the key and the engine roars to life.
She shrugs and gives me a sexy grin. Well, I’m not sure she knows it’s sexy, but it sure as fuck is. “Where are we going?”
I put the Jeep in drive and speed away. “You’ll
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