Page 36 of Freshmeet
I quickly got in on the other side, so I was at least sitting across from Sarah, leaving Meg on the outside of the bench.
“So, this is the infamous younger McCormick?” Meg laughed, bumping my arm and staying close to my side. Sarah’s eyes zeroed in on the contact, but she quickly put her attention back on Jamie. I itched to scoot away from Meg, which was ridiculous. Meg and I were friends. Whatever Sarah read into it was none of my concern. Just like the way her chest kept grazing Jamie’s side was none of my business.
“Infamous, huh?” Sarah grinned up at my brother, backhanding his stomach. “Explains why we had to start studying at my place.” She turned to Meg. “We kept getting mobbed in the library and at the SUB. And the number of visitors this kid gets to his dorm room? Unbelievable.”
Jamie cringed but quickly replaced the frown with an even bigger smile.
He must really like Sarah. Too bad, kid.
“Why are you smiling? Did he get his moves from you?” Meg blinked up at me, a smirk on her pink lips.
“Him?” Jamie laughed. “Connor is Mr. Responsible.”
“I’m surprised I didn’t make the connection. You look so much alike.” Sarah’s eyes lingered on the width of my shoulders, so I puffed out my chest a little. No harm in giving her a show.
“I’ll take it! There are worse people to be compared to,” Jamie said with a grin.
After a few minutes, the waitress came and took our order. Jamie and Meg ordered burgers, while Sarah ordered an ice cream sundae. I ordered both.
“So what are you two beautiful ladies doing at Poppy’s this late on a Tuesday afternoon?” Jamie asked, his arm finding its way across the back of the booth behind Sarah’s shoulders. His fingers brushed the damp hair off her shoulder as he smiled down at her.
Not good. He had it bad for the girl who orgasmed on my thigh.
“We got done with camp and figured we owed ourselves a little treat after a particularly gnarly arts and crafts session,” Meg said, tapping her nails against the side of her coffee mug.
“It wasn’t so bad,” Sarah said, fussing with the band around her silverware. “I’ve seen BAE sisters do worse.”
The girls laughed, and then Meg stood. “I need to use the restroom. Be right back.”
“Me too,” Jamie said, following Meg to the back of the diner.
Left alone, Sarah’s gaze caught mine, and her easy smile fell. Determined to ignore me, she unrolled her silverware and started playing with her napkin.
Blowing out a breath, I decided it was time to end our weird stalemate.
“So, you know my brother.”
She nodded but didn’t look up.
Just a foot apart, I could smell her floral scent, the same one from that night. I took a deep breath and held it for a second before exhaling. Being so close but unable to get her attention was frustrating. I took a sip of my coffee and set it down within Sarah’s eyeline.
She lifted her head and hit me with that lethal stare. Her eyes were clear, blue, and everything I’d been obsessing about since I’d met her. “He’s been working hard.”
I smiled. “That’s good.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything else. My brain yelled at me, telling me to stop staring at the perfect slope of her nose, or the deep pink of her lips, but it was impossible. My fingers itched to push that little piece of hair off her cheek so I could feel how soft she was and check out the small scratch there.
“You working tonight?” she asked, startling me out of cataloging all things Sarah.
“Um, yeah.”
The corner of Sarah’s mouth twitched, but her face dropped into a bland expression. “Oh.”
“How did you get that?” I reached for her, but she beat me to it and curled the rogue piece of hair behind her ear.
“Summer camp.”
It would only be a matter of seconds before Meg and Jamie were back from the bathroom. I had to take a chance. Clearing my throat, I said, “I want to explain what happened that night. I didn’t?—”
