Page 544 of Rock Me All Night
It's unreal.
After a quick shower and a bowl of cereal, I pick up my phone.
Pete: Check your admissions status.
I go right to my computer. USC website, login, loading.
There, in beautiful green letters:ENROLLED.
I'm a law student. Officially. My chest is light.
I'm a fucking law student.
I'm flying.
Jess: Thank you!!! You have no idea how badly I wanted this.
Pete: I have some idea what you look like when you want something.
Jess: That's different.
Pete: Still like thinking about you sighing and clutching at my shoulders because you're desperate to have my cock inside you.
My skin tingles with anticipation. I rub my eyes to check if I'm dreaming. It's right there, in text.
Damn, he's just as direct in text message as he is in person.
My phone buzzes.
Pete: I'll stop distracting you.
Jess: Thanks. I have a lot to do today.
Pete: How are you going to celebrate?
Jess: I don't have time. I have work. I have to pick classes. I have to call my dad.
Pete: Fuck that. We're celebrating. And you're quitting that job. I'll take care of you.
Jess: I don't want to take advantage.
Pete: You're not. I need you for those hours. I'm gonna work you hard.
Jess: Are you sure?
Pete: Yeah. How long have you wanted to be a lawyer?
Jess: Since I read To Kill A Mockingbird in eighth grade.
Pete: Really?
Jess: I know. It's too cute for words. That's what everyone thinks of me—blond hair, blue eyes, big glasses.
Pete: You dye your hair that color.
Jess: You're not supposed to accuse a woman of dying her hair.
Pete: Looks good on you.
