Page 29 of Change Your Play

“I’m looking to book a study room for the eighth floor,” I explained.

“Eighth floor?” She paused at her computer. “Would you like some assistance upstairs? Some of the locks stick—”

“Actually, we’ll be fine.” Cleo pushed from the side and set her elbows on the counter, beaming a big smile at the librarian. “We can manage. Thank you. Your help is appreciated.”

The librarian blinked for a moment and hurried with the key, passing it off to me with a mutter. Across the lobby, Cleo’s heels clicked as we neared the elevator, but she wove her arm through mine and practically tugged me down.

“She wastotallyflirting with you.”

“What?”

“You didn’t notice? How could you not?”

“I had no idea.” I shrugged. “Wasn’t even paying attention. I was trying not to think about how much I wanted to kiss you.”

The elevator door dinged open, and Cleo walked in with a hard blush.

“Well—that’s—actually, I shouldn’t even say anything about her.” She sighed. “We’re adults. I’m being ridiculous.”

Once the doors closed, I strode over and propped my arm against the wall. Cleo glanced up at me and all words washed away. Her breathing slowed. I watched her, drank her in, and ran my tongue over my bottom lip.

“You can be jealous, Cleo.”

“Jealous?”

“I’m jealous too,” I murmured.

I dipped down low while the elevator beeped, bringing us closer to our destination. How could she be so beautiful? It broke my heart just looking at her. I locked her against the wall, not allowing her to move.

Finally, I could touch her waist.

Finally, I pressed my lips against her, drawing out one long kiss from her, deepening it with the seconds that passed. Tasting her. Touching her.

The elevator beeped again, and Cleo pushed to the side, slipping away from my arms, panting hard. I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Miles.”

She struggled to breathe normally and smoothed back her hair before the door opened.

Hanging back in the elevator, I watched her walk out, watched that ass in that skirt, and resisted the urge to adjust my pants, hiding how much I liked pinning her against the wall.

I shook my head and followed after her, like I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

Even if she was going the wrong way.

I gently reached for her arm and guided her towards the right, toward the line of small study rooms that overlooked the rest of campus.

It was quiet. It was perfect.

“Cleo.” I slipped in the key for ours and opened the door. “I like that you were jealous.”

She pressed her lips together and gave an embarrassed look down at the ground. With a sigh, she stepped into the study room.

“But I don’t. Because this is just a fun, casual—”

“Nothing about this is casual, vixen.”

Her eyes darted up to mine.

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