Page 371 of The Winslow Brothers

Ty: Easy. I’m at the gym.

Me: WHAT? Why? What in the world does everyone have against the sun?

Ty: Sun is our enemy, not, but finite in time. Many rewards rendered, are found in the suffering. (Plus, I like the way you stare at my sexy muscles, so I’m trying to keep them.)

I roll my eyes, but I also laugh.

Me: I’m barely achieving basic function this morning, and you’re spouting some sonnet bullshit. Ugh.

Ty: You really are a crabby patty in the morning, huh?

Me: Uh-huh.

Ty: Don’t worry. I’ll break you of that.

I nearly scoff aloud but just stop myself when I notice Lydia watching me. I look back down to my phone and type out a quick message.

Me: Oh yeah, how?

Ty: It’s hard to hate anything when you’ve got a mouth on your pussy.

Sheesh.Is it getting a little hot in here? I have to admit, his reasoning is sound. A five-a.m. session of oral and I might just get over my snit.

Me: I guess we’ll have to wait and see if that’s true.

The truth is, the prequel he gave me in his lecture hall yesterday afternoon is the only thing I’ve been able to think about since. He won’t have to work too hard to prove his point—I’m going to enjoy it; it’s a biological certainty.

Ty: No worries, Rach. I have an entire week filled with lots of special plans to prove it to you.

Me: Special plans? Are you going to tell me what they are?

Ty: It’s a surprise. ;)

Me: You’re a tease.

Ty: Says the Queen of Teases.

Me: Excuse me?

Ty: The first night I met you, you put your panties in my hand and left without giving me your name or your number…

He has a point.

Me: In my defense, I was merely following through with a challenge.

Ty: What challenge?

Me: Ohhhh, looks like we both have secret information.

“Who are you texting with?” Lydia’s voice grabs my attention, and I look up from the screen of my phone to see her staring at me with a curious smile.

When I don’t answer, she asks me again. “Seriously, who are you texting with?”

“Um…” I pause and pop my lips together. “A professor?”

“Aprofessoris texting you this earlyandhas you smiling like a loon?” she questions and lifts her head off Lou’s shoulder to look at me closer. “Holy shit! Are you talking to Ty Winslow?”

Bingo, sis.I bite my bottom lip and shrug, trying to look innocent but, I know, failing miserably. “Like I said, it’s a professor.”

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