Page 49 of Backfire
Reese slid his eyes my way and smirked as I shifted in the seat. “I’m fine.”
My eyes trickled over the muscle tensing in his forearm and up to his broad shoulders.
Yes, yes, he was.
“Do you want to take a break and get a drink?”
I’d like to drink you.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m okay.”
Kind of wish I didn’t have so much hair. I should’ve cut it or at least put it up. Wasn’t this supposed to be fall? Shouldn’t it be cooler than this? How was Reese not hot? I mean, he was hot, but not sweating hot. How good would he look out of breath and covered in sweat? I bet he’d still smell good, too.
“I’m partial toHamletmyself,” Reese said, pulling me back to the lesson he was trying to teach.
Right, school.
I gave my head a shake and focused on the book he was tapping. That didn’t help. All I could think about was how the golden letters etched in the leather glinted like the flecks in Reese’s eyes.
“But I’m not opposed to doing something else.”
“Sure.”
His hair looked extra messy today, did he do something different with it?
“Romeo and Julietis a popular one.”
Who the fuck was Juliet? Was some girl waiting for him? I bet she was one of those perfect blond cheerleaders with a bubble butt and fake nails.
“Pfft, bitch.”
“Okay.” Reese’s brow rose. “Not Romeo and Juliet.”
Shit, did I say that out loud? A better question was, why did I say it at all? It wasn’t like I cared what Reese did in his spare time. He could mess around with all the dumb bimbos he wanted.
Devlin probably had a line-up of women waiting for him to use. I could see the asshole walking down the row, pointing out all their flaws.You’re wearing too much make-up, go change your clothes,and so on. Prick. He was kind of hot, though. And those tattoos…
Wait, why was I thinking about that asshole?
“Sydney?” Reese sang.
“Yeah.”
“Are you paying attention?”
Not in the slightest.“Of course I am.”
Doubt tugged at his expression. “So you’re fine withHamlet?”
Why was he talking about Shakespeare?
Um, probably because he’s your teacher.
Right.
“Um, yeah.Hamletis fine.”
Honestly, I’d prefer to work on calculus than read, but hey, I made it throughThe Catcher and The Rye, which was like torture. I could make it through Shakespeare. I just had to stop getting distracted. That, I could blame on Reese.
