Page 31 of Play It Sinful

“Is she calling you again?” Sean tries to cover a yawn with his fisted hand.

“No, my mother is. I have to get this, or she’ll worry. Don’t make a sound.”

Sean makes the zipper-shutting sign over his mouth, but I give my back to him nonetheless before I press the accept button. “Hey, Mom.”

“Finally! We’ve been trying to reach you for the past five minutes.”

My stomach coils with worry. “We? What happened?”

“Oh, it’s not an emergency. We wanted to surprise you and Sean.”

My stomach bottoms out. “What?”

Not surprisingly, Sean gets up and turns me around to ask with his eyes why I keep freaking out. I press my index finger to my lips, even though he didn’t say a word.

“Kenzie, Chris, and I are in Fairbanks.”

Oh my God. I want to vomit.

“What do you mean you’re in Fairbanks?” I ask, more for Sean’s benefit than anything else.

His eyes bug out, and he mouths,Fuck.

Frantically, I point at his scattered clothes, urging him to get dressed.

“We’re at Hannaford U campus. We stopped by Sean’s dorm first, but his roommate said he didn’t spend the night.”

“Because he’s a horn dog,” Kenzie pipes up from the background, then laughs.

She’s not wrong, but hell, they can’t find out Sean was being horny withme. “Where are you now?”

“We’re a minute from your building. You are there, right?”

“Yes, Mom. I’m in my dorm room. You woke me up. It’s only eight in the morning.”

“I know. Chris wanted to come early to spend the whole day here.”

Of course he did. Chris is a really nice guy, but he can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. “I need at least twenty minutes to shower and get ready.”

“We can wait in the car, hon.”

“Not me. I’m coming up, Ash. I want to see your room!” Kenzie shouts.

“No! I mean. You can’t come. My roommate is still sleeping.”

“Kenzie, dear, just wait in the car with us,” Mom tells her.

“Oh, fine.”

I let out a breath of relief. “I gotta get ready. I’ll see you soon.”

“See ya.”

Sean is already dressed when I end the call.

“They went looking for you. What are you going to tell them?” I ask.

“I don’t need to tell them anything. It’s college and I’m a guy. They expect me to have hookups.”

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