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I didn’t want him looking at it any longer than necessary.
“Luke is a good guy. All there is to it. Now will you quit fuckin’ looking at the pictures?”
He put his hands up. “Damn, Peach, no need to be an asshole about it.”
“You’ve been an asshole all night.”
Finally he glanced up at me instead of at the picture. Mission accomplished.
“How have I been an asshole?”
“Telling me you wouldn’t fuck me if I was the last man on Earth, and shit.”
He cracked a smile, and I felt like I’d won a little prize.
“Those certainly weren’t the words I used.”
“So?”
His eyes were electric blue, glimmering up at me.
God fuckingdamn, I wanted to dip to kiss that smug look off his face.
“Accuracy is important to me. I’m a journalist, after all.”
“Is that what you want to do, after you graduate? Can’t be much money in newspaper work these days.”
“No. I’m going to be a criminal lawyer,” he said.
“Wow.”
For a person with a supposedly shitty past, he definitely had ambition.
“I’m double majoring. Investigative journalism and criminal justice. All just preparation for law school.”
“I can’t imagine the workload.”
“I stay busy. That’s why I don’t date anyone at TNU.”
I lifted an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”
“I said what I meant. I don’t date anyone from TNU.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“It would just be an unnecessary use of my attention.”
“Give me a break. Everyone needs to fuck.”
“I can fuck whoever I want,” Gray said, running his fingertips along the surface of my desk. “But I’m too focused on my studies to date. It’s a hard rule for me.”
My gut reaction was the same as always.
That’s a dumb rule, you cocky ass motherfucker.
But he did also have a point.
If I’d avoided secretly dating Danny Ennick this summer, I would have saved myself a lot of distraction.
