Page 34 of The Fake Date Agreement

As we walk back across campus, I do my best to ignore the female stares as I lick my lollipop. I try even harder to ignore the occasional look I feel from the six-foot-four hockey god that is Caleb Boucher walking so close beside me, our shoulders brush.

Hoping I’m not drooling everywhere, I cast a surreptitious glance his way.

And catch his eyes on my mouth.

“Did you want a lick?”

“No!” he blurts out, wrenching his head away, saying gruffly, “It’s yours, Myers.”

I kick myself.

What am I?Five? Offering him a lick of my lollipop.

Of course, he’s going to say no. What guy would say yes?

“You don’t have to walk me back to my room,” I tell him, embarrassed.

“Yes, I do.”

Because of this fake-date thing?

It’s barely even started, and already it’s working. Within moments of stepping out of my room with Caleb, Lisa was staring. Surely, it’s only a matter of time before Marc finds out that the girl he cheated on is hanging out with hockey players.

Not just hanging out.

Datingthree of the guys responsible for the team about to win their first championship in seventy years.

And he loves the team. Never misses a game.

This is going to eat him alive.

My cheeks are still burning by the time Caleb has walked me up the two flights of stairs to my floor, and almost every girl finds a reason to step into the hallway as I unlock my door. Cindy is standing outside holding a dustpan and brush. She’s literally just holding it as she rubbernecks for all she’s worth. I’d laugh if it weren’t so ridiculous.

“See you tomorrow, Tobie,” he says softly.

I’d ask if he’s coming to the mall, but with a dozen eyes spearing us from all directions, now doesn’t seem the time to get into the specifics of our fake relationship.

I smile. “See you tomorrow, Caleb.”

He hesitates, his eyes flicking to my lips. My fingers tighten around my lollipop, and I hold my breath because is he seriously going to kiss me like we just returned from a date?

He nods firmly, then backs up and walks away.

Yes, I check out his ass, but so does every girl on my floor.

The second the staircase door slams shut, Maxine, or Max, because she will murder anyone who calls her Maxine, comes out of nowhere and tackles me into my room so hard I drop my lollipop.

“Spill. No word is unimportant, Tobie Myers. All of it. I need to knoweverything.”

Chapter 10

Tobie

“You askedCaleb Boucher to lick your lollipop?” Max breathes, her expression an equal mix of shock, excitement, and anticipation.

I press my palms to my hot cheeks. “I did.”

She leans closer. “And did he?”

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