Page 15 of Limbo

“Hey. Need a ride?” he asks, jogging over.

I breeze past him, snagging the coffee from his hand without so much as a thank-you nod. Unfortunately, not thanking him for the coffee bothers me nearly as much as him showing up in the first place. I glance back, and our eyes meet. I decide the acknowledgment counts and keep on walking.

A search for Felicia at the dorms turns up nothing. She either left early for class or is hiding from me. Neither will protect her forever.

I swap out my messenger bag for my shower bag. When I climb into the shower stall and shake out my messy bun, Jordan’s woodsy scent hits me, still in my hair from the pillow. I can’t help but laugh. He’s impossible to avoid, even in the bathroom.

With my hair smelling like coconut rather than Jordan, I return to my room. There’s a note waiting on the door, and I rip it down before reading it.

Lunch in the fridge.

—Team Jordan

Sure enough, the mini fridge contains a sandwich from a sub shop Felicia and I frequent together. Damn that woman. She knows my lunch normally consists of a handful of dry cereal, and I won’t overcome the temptation of real food.

I eat the sandwich. Devour it actually. But I’ve never consumed a meal with more disdain in my entire life.

A knock fifteen minutes before my next class fails to surprise me since, over the course of a day, I’ve gained a personal assistant, chauffeur, and chef, all wrapped up in one overly confident package. I answer and step into the hall.

“Do you need a ride to class?” Jordan asks.

“No, I don’t. You really should stop wasting your time. I have a car. If I wanted to drive, I would.” I back in and close the door. Then I remember the delicious sandwich I scarfed down as my first substantial meal in three days and open the door again. “Thank you for lunch.”

“Anytime, beautiful.”

He smiles, the sincere one, and I shut the door on him, feeling that damn smile everywhere.

After my study group, I climb the stairs and pause coming around the corner. Jordan’s sitting in the hallway on his phone in front of my suite. Figuring he can handle one more rejection for the day, I step over his stretched out legs and manage to shut the door before he even stands up.

A smile tugs at my lips as I turn around, but then my eyes narrow at Felicia on the couch. “Traitor.”

She giggles and follows me to my room.

I unload my books, leaving out my humanities reading. “You realize, he’s only doing this to screw me, right?”

She leans in the doorway. “And you realize, he’s dedicated not only one night, but also an entire day to you, right? I remember someone saying he wasn’t capable of such a thing.”

I roll my eyes at her. “An anomaly, I assure you.” I almost tell her it all has to do with my tits, but that means explaining my strip show, and I’d rather not share that gem. It’s far, far, far from the bottom of the barrel, but I like my suitemates all thinking I’m some virginal saint. So instead, I say, “His interest won’t last past today. In fact, he’ll probably stumble into a pretty little coed on his way out the door.”

Her eyebrow arches. “He’s going to prove you wrong. Wait and see.”

I smile, the odds of that happening abysmal. “Wanna bet?”

“Ten bucks says he’s back tomorrow morning.”

She extends her hand, and I shake it.

“You’re on, Gibson.”

The gleam enters her eyes, and she bounds out the door. I shut it behind her and drop onto my bed, opening my textbook. I’m only through a page when someone knocks. Since Jess nor Felicia understand the concept of privacy and regularly barge their way in, I assume Felicia has let in her new best friend.

My attention returns to the page but not for long. I look up again at the next knock just in time to see a piece of paper appear under the door.

I toss my book aside and go scoop it up from the floor. I flatten the paper out to read Jordan’s note.

Need anything? Water? Snack? Company? - J

I hate to admit it, but the guy continues to prove his own unique blend of exasperating and amusing.

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