Page 64 of The Wrong Quarterback

Good thing I didn’t care about things like what I deserved—I’d always been more of the make your own fate kind of guy.

Casey looked up from her notes as I slid into the seat next to her. I flashed her my best smile and considered it a win when she still blushed after everything that had happened last night, even if she did eye me warily while doing it. I made a show of pulling out my math textbook. I’d already doctored my answers so I could keep her busy for a long time trying to teach me all the things I already knew.

“Hey,” I said, nodding at her pile of notes. “Hope you’re ready to help me out again. I’ve half convinced my professor I’m not an idiot.”

At least I could say it wasn’t the worst lie that I’d told her, right?

A small laugh fell from her lips, and I soaked in the sound like a druggie finally getting his next fix.

I loved everything about her. Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes crinkled when she thought something was funny. Sometimes it hurt being this close to her because all I wanted was for her to be mine. I wanted to latch myself onto her and stitch her to my side so we were never apart.

That sounded creepy, but I obviously meant it in the most obsessed, deranged, love-struck way, of course.

“I thought we went over this concept last time. You’re going to fire me as a tutor soon,” she huffed, biting down on her lip as she glanced over the problems.

I didn’t miss the way she stiffened as I moved closer to her—close enough that every inhale gave me her scent.

“No, I don’t think we covered that. You helped me with exponential functions, and look at this grade. Best teacher ever,” I told her, nudging her shoulder as I showed her theA+on the two-year-old worksheet I could have done in my sleep.

Her pretty eyes widened, and I got a little lost staring at the blue ring around the silver. “Wow, I don’t thinkIcould even get that high of a grade,” she murmured, a frown staining her lips.

Shit. I should have changed it to a B.

“It’s only because of you, I could even get that grade. But I still have a long way to go to keep up in this class. We'll have to keep working hard.”

She nodded, dragging her gaze from the paper to my face, her pupils expanding as she stared at me.

Quit fighting this so hard, Silver,I cajoled in my head, doing everything I could not to lean forward and taste those lips.

We went to work, me pretending to nod and listen to what she was saying as I daydreamed that we were fucking against the stacks.

My dick was so hard and out of control, I was afraid that I was going to pass out. My gaze kept darting from her to the shelves…and finally I couldn’t stop myself anymore.

“How are you doing?” I asked, and she stiffened.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” she finally answered.

“You know, I’ve been told I’m a very good listener.”

Casey set the pencil down, and I got a little lost for a minute. Her hair was down, framing her face with untamed waves. It didn’t look like she was wearing any makeup, but her skin was so smooth looking I kind of wanted to rub it to make sure.

Because no one could be that perfect, right?

“I don’t think you want to hear anything I have to say right now,” she said, and I blinked because I realized I’d gone into some kind of trance staring at her.

“I want to hear everything,” I quickly sputtered out.

She sighed and hung her head, and when she finally glanced back at me, I knew what she was about to say wasn’t going to be good.

“Stop playing games with me,” she said in a choked voice, her eyes growing wild. “I’m not some stupid toy for you to play with!”

I gaped at her. I guess this is what Jace had meant when he said she was going to think I was the ogre-ist.

“Why do you think I’m playing games with you?” I asked, sitting back in my seat.

She blinked at me, like she’d expected me to admit it and now I was shocking her.

“Well, I—” she stuttered.

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