Page 14 of Teaching Cayden

Chapter 6

Cayden

“So, how was studying?” Noah grinned like he knew what really happened at the library.

“Fine,” I grunted as I lifted the bar above my chest again.

“Just fine?” His head tipped to the side as he stared down.

“Yep,” I grunted as I lifted it again.

“Huh.” He chuckled. “When I saw Little Miss Hottie go rushing after you, I thought for sure your study session would have gone better than fine.”

“What are you, my therapist now?” I placed the bar back where it rested and rocked forward. “Your turn.” I pointed at the bench.

“Still didn’t get any action. Noted.” He sighed as he got in position and lifted the bar over his chest.

“You know…” I paused. “You might want to lay off the smack talk when you’re relying on me to spot you.”

“Also noted.” Noah pressed his lips together as if he was trying not to laugh.

The rest of our workout was pretty uneventful. We worked our upper body with the promise of having a leg day tomorrow. I wasn’t sure after my study session tonight on whether I’d feel like working out tomorrow or not.

“You wanna hang at the house later?” Noah called out as I started to walk toward my car. I’d opted out of showering at the gym and was just going to head back to the dorms.

“Maybe. I’ve got a few things to do. Not sure when I’ll be back tonight.” I waved him off.

“Let me know if it works!” he shouted back.

I turned and held my arms out in question. I should have known that whatever was going to come out of his mouth was not going to be good, but Noah’s my best friend and sometimes I can’t help myself. I shook my head at myself before yelling back, “If what works?” I stood there preparing for his zing as a sly smile spread across his face.

“If pretending she’s someone else really works?” His grin grew before he shrugged and continued. “We both know that it’s little Addy whose legs you want to be between, but you obviously won’t pursue her so you’re going after someone else. I wanna know if it works so I can try it next time.” His smile dropped as his face sobered.

I shook my head as I rolled my eyes. “Why are you so interested in my sex life? You wanna tryout for the other team or something?”

His head snapped back as I gave him a look that said ‘yeah fucker. I can dish it out too.’

“Not with you.” He laughed. “You’re too high maintenance.”

“Fuck you.” I waved him off before turning back toward my car. I needed to get cleaned up before I headed to Addison’s, and I wanted to be able to take my time.

By the time I showered, and shaved it was well past eight. Addison hadn’t given me a time, but I didn’t want to be too late. We’d both had classes that day, and after working out I was rather tired. I’d gone for a casual look tonight, deciding on just a t-shirt and basketball shorts. I’d slipped a baseball cap on my wet hair as I’d grabbed my backpack. After all, we weren’t going anywhere and this wasn’t a date or anything.

It didn’t even take me ten minutes to get there since I knew where I was going. After parking, I jogged up to her door and knocked. It took a few minutes, but then the door opened a crack and one eye appeared.

“You gonna let me in, Miss Porter?” I smiled, although calling her that made me want to do anything but smile.

“Wanted to make sure you weren’t my brother,” she sighed. “He called earlier and asked if he could come over and hide out. Some chick he banged last weekend is harassing him. Guess he forgot to tell her that he doesn’t do relationships.” She rolled her eyes as she moved back farther to let me in. “I told him no, but sometimes he just shows up. I needed to make him think I was sick like I told him I was.”

“I see,” I mused.

“Don’t get me wrong. I love my brother, but I did not want him screwing up the first time I get you here.”

“Why?” I kept my face sober. “I thought we were just studying.” I glanced around and saw a laptop sitting on the coffee table along with a dry erase board.

“We are,” she nodded, “but this is a private session.” When she closed the door, I really noticed what she was wearing. A pair of the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen encased her beautiful ass, and a loose UNCW t-shirt covered her top half. The neck was wide, and every time she moved it would slip off her shoulder, revealing a pink bra strap. “Have a seat, and I’ll explain the rules.” She nibbled her lip.

“Ok.” I let out a deep breath as I moved around to where the couch was and sunk down to the floor, leaning my back against the front. “Let’s hear it.”

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