Page 42 of Study You

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“Thanks, Morgan.” Finn smiled up at Morgan as she set a beer down on the table. “Busy night?”

“Not as busy as I’d like it to be.” Morgan looked down at the holdall poking out from under the table. “Going somewhere?”

“Just to a hotel for the night. Thought I’d treat myself since it’s my birthday.”

“Nice. Wouldn’t mind a night in a hotel myself.”

Finn eyed Morgan, a brow raised. “You’re welcome to join me.”

“Oh, I bet I am.” Morgan hip-checked Finn’s shoulder, laughing. “That woman not taking the other side of your bed tonight?”

Shit. Morgan must have noticed how Finn and Gillian had been around one another. They would have to be much more careful in the future. “Unfortunately not. She’s busy tonight. And…we’re not sharing a bed. We’re just friends.”

As Morgan opened her mouth to speak, Finn’s phone buzzed on the table. She lifted it and grinned when she saw Gillian’s name.

Hi…

“Sorry, I need to deal with this. I’ll come talk to you at the bar once I’ve finished with this assignment, okay?”

“Sure.” Morgan turned and left Finn’s table, giving Finn the perfect opportunity to interact with Gillian.

Hey. How’s your night going?

Finn couldn’t help the smile she wore. A smile that rarely made an appearance so often. The last several days with Gillian were the sole reason for her smile lately. Even with the uncertainty, she was still feeling euphoric.

Pleasant. Good. Yours?

Finn cleared her throat. She didn’t want to lie to Gillian, but she didn’t want her to know she was sitting alone at a bar either.

Yeah, not bad. I’m out drinking with a few other students close to campus.

Gillian immediately started to respond. Finn loved that about her. How quick she was to continue the conversation.

Is that so? Hmm.

Finn frowned. Was Gillian questioning her?

Yeah. It won’t be a late night, though. I booked myself a room at a hotel to treat myself.

Finn still wished Gillian was staying with her.

Ah. It’s Saturday, you’re out on the town, and you have a hotel room booked. How very interesting.

Was it? Finn didn’t find it interesting in the slightest. Quite frankly, she was bored to tears.

It…is?

She shifted in her seat a little, unsure of the tone of Gillian’s messages.

Hoping to find something better than me tonight? Someone you can take back to your room with you?

Better? It didn’t get better than being with Gillian. And Finn was more than certain she wouldn’t find anything better even if she was planning to look. There was no such thing now that she’d tasted Gillian Masters.

Ms Masters, you know that’s not possible. You know I wanted to see you tonight, so please don’t think otherwise. You know exactly where I wish I was right now.

As Finn imagined thrusting deep into Gillian, her clit ached. Gillian would never know what she meant to Finn, that wasn’t what she wanted, but Finn could still wish for what her future could look like. A future with someone as feisty and enticing as Gillian. Or Gillian, herself, Finn thought.

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