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He sets me down and reaches for my hand to walk toward my apartment.
Maybe Drew’s just a touchy-feely type of guy?
Wait… Does he hold hands with everyone he considers just his friend?
I’m completely lost in my head, contemplating Drew’s comment as he guides me home. Neither of us say anything. Or if he does, I don’t hear him, and he never bothers repeating it.
When we get to my door, Drew stops and turns to me. “I’ve had a great time tonight, Angel. Thanks for coming to my game.”
Now that I can look him straight in the eyes, I take this moment to study his features, hoping he’ll give anything away about his thoughts or feelings.
Nope. Not a chance.
He genuinely looks as if it’s what you see is what you get. Which is nothing… gah, this is so frustrating. But I force myself to focus.
“You’re welcome. I had a great time,” I admit honestly. I may be confused as fuck, but until his last comment, I’d thoroughly enjoyed myself. Maybe a little too much.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” He bends down and embraces me in a hug. Not wanting to let this opportunity pass me by, I inhale his delicious scent and return his hug with equal force. Drew may just be my lab partner, but the man gives a great hug.
“Okay. See you tomorrow.”
And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving me to question… well, everything.
The next day as I exit the library, I quickly find Drew in the parking lot nearby. His face widens into a delicious smile when he spots me approaching, sending tingles down my spine. Before I can get to his SUV, he jumps out and runs around to open my door.
“Hey, Angel. How was work?” He reaches in and hugs me before I can respond. Damn. He smells delicious. I let myself linger by taking a deep breath to savor the moment before he releases me to grab my backpack and place it in the back seat.
Is Drew just a serial hugger?I didn’t think he’d be the type, but who knows.
My eyes lock onto his delicious form as he rounds the front of the vehicle. When he gets settled, instead of asking the thousands of questions spinning in my head, I force myself to answer his.
“It was fine. I had a few freshmen who’d likely never stepped into the library before. They didn’t know how to research anything without it being digital. It was almost comical trying to explain the Dewey Decimal System to them, so they could find the physical book they need.”
Drew pulls out of the spot as he shakes his head and chuckles. “I can’t imagine. Isn’t it pretty late in the year to be figuring this out?”
“Um, yeah. Hopefully, the poor kid isn’t on the verge of flunking out.” I shake my head, remembering his desperation.
“That would suck.” He shakes off the thought, then changes the subject. “I have things for sandwiches, is that okay? Or would you like to stop and pick up something?”
“That’ll be fine. As long as there’s no peanut butter and pickles,” I clarify at the end. I’m a college student who’s learned not to be picky when it comes to food, but there are some lines my stomach won’t allow me to cross.
Drew’s chuckle fills his SUV, and I can’t help but join in. “I’m right there with ya. Don’t worry, there’s a variety of lunch meats to choose from. Between me and my roommates, a couple of different types of bread.”
“I’m sure it’s fine. Will they be joining us?”
“Uh… I have no idea. Usually DeShawn has class, and I have no idea what Grey’s up to. They won’t bug us too much though. They know I don’t like distractions when studying.”
“Are you the taskmaster of the house?” I ask in surprise. I can’t imagine three athletes living in one house and keeping their distance from one another. On the court, their personalities look larger than life.
“No. Believe it or not, they use our place to chill and get away from it all. They each have heavy loads and like to work hard, so they can play harder when the time comes.”
“Not to sound stereotypical, but don’t athletes have a reputation for partying and what not?”
“Sorry to disappoint, but we’ve learned not to bring the parties to our place. Sure, we’ll have a good time when we get together, but we’d rather keep the chaos away. It’s kind of an unspoken rule…” He opens his mouth to say something but apparently changes his mind.
“Too many wild parties as underclassmen?” I tease, hoping he’ll relax and say what else is on his mind. He’s obviously keeping something from me.
“Well, when we moved out of the dorms our freshman year, we were determined to keep our place private. You wouldn’t believe the lengths some would go to as jersey chasers.” Drew winces, and my curiosity’s piqued.
