Page 9 of Call Me Teach

I sip on my mixed drink and force myself to keep my face smooth, even though the bitter taste of vodka makes me want to vomit right in Saint’s lap.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I finally say, pulling my attention back to the hotshot baseball player.

Apparently, Saint is one of the top baseball players in college right now—something he humbly disagreed with when brought up.

“No boyfriend?” There’s a twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but play along.

“Nope,” I say, letting the word plop out of my mouth.

Saint smiles at me before pulling his beer up to his lips. He’s super hot. Too hot for me. I know he’s experienced. It’s written all over his devious grin and bedroom eyes.

“Are you looking for a boyfriend?” he asks, scooting a little closer to me on the couch.

I lower my voice after briefly catching Nolan’s eye.Stop looking at me like that.

“Not really.” I stare into Saint’s eyes for a quick second and then drop my attention to his mouth.

His tongue jolts out between his lips and wets them. “Want to go somewhere else and talk? Van won’t shut the hell up.”

A laugh leaves me. He’s right. Van is tipsy and loud.

“Uh…” I impulsively flick my gaze to Nolan. He narrows his eyes and grins, and it does nothing but fuel my bad idea.

“You know what?”3, 2, 1.“Sure. Follow me.”

I stand on steady feet, and Saint, pleased beyond belief, does the same. My hand falls to his, and I keep my back to Nolanthe entire time, because I already know he’s watching my every move.

Van’s loud voice is beginning to disappear the farther we get down the hallway. I place my palm on Nolan’s bedroom door and turn the knob with my heart racing.

I expect Nolan to come rushing after us, especially since he has a direct line to the hallway and can likely see me enteringhisroom with Saint, but to my surprise, he doesn’t follow.

The door latches behind me, and Saint’s hands fall to my hips.

“Alone at last,” he whispers, gently pushing me against the wall beside the door. Then he kisses me, and I realize right away that I’ve made a grave mistake.

SEVEN

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK

Nolan

No girl has ever made my heart beat this fast, and to think, Hannah isn’t even outright doing anything to me.

Or is she?

Watching her lead Saint by the hand down the hall and disappearing behindmybedroom door has me in a frenzy. I can’t decide if she did it on purpose because I was teasing her, or for some other reason.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they’re doing in my room, and it doesn’t take much to pull me that direction.

The longer I sit back with a beer in my hand and some blonde by my side, the more invested in Hannah I become.

She’s hard to figure out.

The blonde beside me isn’t.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, patting the blonde’s thigh.

I haul myself up after Van turns his back away from me and walk casually down the hallway. A deep breath escapes and I turn the door knob slowly. I press on the door when it unlatches and silently enter my bedroom. Neither Hannah nor Saint areaware of my presence, and I stand back and watch as he tongue fucks her against the wall of my bedroom.

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