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you want, after class, I’ll take you to my house and make you my hangover cure.” He smiled again. Smiled, not grinned, not smirked. Smiled.
    “Uh… I have another class…”
    “Just let me know.” He winked then sat back in his chair because Dr. Horner had come in and had started her lecture.
    I can’t even begin to remember what the lecture was over because all I could do was sit there, head in hand, feeling like shit and wondering what was up with Gable’s one-eighty. Was it that he finally figured out I was his pen pal so he was bringing the flirting into real life now? And if he hadn’t figured it out, well, he just wasn’t trying. I mean, hello, I drunk emailed him last night and now I had a hangover.
    But I was curious about where he lived and wanted to see it, but I was also afraid. I mean, who the hell knew what was awaiting me there once he got me alone. Would he keep being nice or revert back to being an asshole which would probably upgrade to supreme asshole once he was on his own turf. I finally said, Fuck it, because if he really did have a cure for hangovers, I was all in because my head was killing me.
    When class was over, I lifted my head gingerly to see Gable crouching on the balls of his feet on the steps to my right watching me, waiting to see what I’d do, his whiskey eyes focused so warmly on mine. I had to close my own eyes for a few seconds after taking him in. God, so handsome. Then curiosity won out. I opened my eyes and gave a small nod at which he smiled then stood and held out his hand. I took it and felt the spark between us again, and gazing up at him, saw that from the baffled look on his face he’d felt it too. So weird.
    What was even weirder was the fact that he was being so sweet to me, which of course just made me fall a little bit more for him.
    And wasn’t that just wonderful.
    ~*~*~*~
    Ever been hated by hundreds of women at once? That’s what it was like when Gable and I walked outside the psychology building, him still holding my hand as he led me to his car. I would’ve pulled my hand from his, but I was walking with my eyes half closed trying to keep as much sun out as possible because I’d forgotten to put on my sunglasses, my head hurt too much for me to make any sudden movements, and also I think I must’ve still been a little drunk.
    Yeah, we’ll just go with all that, shall we?
    But it seemed that every woman we passed was glaring at me like she hated my guts.
    “So, I get the feeling that I’m not the most popular person on campus right now,” I mumbled. He glanced down at me waiting for me to explain. “Look at them. They’re all giving me the evil eye.” I nodded at one particularly vengeful looking vamp.
    He looked around as we walked then chuckled.
    “So how many of them have you gone out with?” I asked.
    He knocked his arm into my shoulder playfully. “Why? Jealous?”
    “God, not that again.” I frowned.
    He snorted.
    “Seriously, how many?” I persisted. I had to admit it was kind of fascinating watching these women’s faces when they saw that Gable and I held hands, the astonishment, the acrimony and envy that they shot in my direction at thinking he was with me.
    “A few.”
    “Hm.”
    I knew that should’ve made me more than wary about him and that I shouldn’t let my mind go where it was currently going, but I was honestly thrilled at just holding hands with him and let myself imagine for a few minutes that we really were together and I was the envy of every woman on campus.
    As I studied him out of the corner of my eye watching him walking so confidently by my side with not a care in the world, it just made me sigh, checking out how hot he was in his olive green military jacket over a maroon Hallervan hoodie, faded jeans and the brown boots I’d seen him wearing before. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, but that just made his eyes even more striking. He had about two days’ worth of scruff covering his square jaw and all I