Page 62 of Change My Mind
“Maths?”
“It was the only class I didn’t have to pay as much attention to.”
“So you dedicated all your attention to me?”
I huffed. “No, I was just more aware of you then because I didn’t have to focus on beating you. That was basically a given.”
Addie’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You didn’t beat me at maths!”
My leg had finally stopped bouncing. “I think you will find that I did. I got the higher grade. I have an A-Level in it.”
“Do you dine out on the one year at Oxford as well?” she teased.
“Yes.”
Addie threw her head back in a laugh. It wasn’t often that talking about Oxford and all its failings made me feelgood, but this time it did.
“Of course you did. Give me an hour. I think I have finally figured out my opening statement, and I want to get that down.”
I frowned. “An hour for what?”
“I just told you, to write my opening statement.”
“No, I meant what’s happening in an hour?”
Addie picked her glasses back up and slipped them onto her face, her green eyes sparkling under the lenses.
“You get to come. But seriously, if you don’t stop bouncing your leg, I am going to have to ask you to leave because it is distracting.”
My brain got stuck on her first sentence, and then I realised that my leg was bouncing again.
“Do you want me to turn the TV off?” I asked. Addie shook her head. “I am going to my room then.”
Addie bit down on the end of her pen as she nodded. I very intentionally readjusted my dick in my shorts, enjoying the way her eyes narrowed as she watched me, and got up to leave.
In the grandscheme of things, an hour wasn’t a long time. An hour could fly by when you were deep in prep mode. I had lost count of the number of services that had passed in the blink of an eye, but had actually been four hours long. I cooked dishes that took longer than that. An hour was nothing.
But an hour of waiting for your hot-as-sin flatmate to finish up being incredibly intelligent was not a real sixty minutes. It was an eternity.
I’d taken to pacing my room, because it seemed like the best use of my time, and I was tired of my restlessness manifesting itself as a bouncing leg.
By the time Addie knocked on my door, it felt like I had worn a visible line into the carpet. It was hard to tell in the lamplight of my room.
“Have you taken to pacing?” Addie asked, a smirk on her face as she leaned in the doorway. Her long legs were crossed at the ankles, which made her thigh muscles look more pronounced. There was a pen in her hair. Her shoulder was still bare. She still had her glasses on, and her eyes looked like emeralds. She looked so soft and strong, and I was sofuckedbecause I was toeing the line of breaking one of our rules and helpless to stop it.
“It felt better than the leg bouncing thing.”
Addie laughed as she stepped into my room and closed the door behind her.
“I remembered something about ten minutes ago, so before we start, I need to confess that I fucked up.”
Fear lanced through me. “Fucked up how?”
“We said that we would keep this thing we’re doing between us, but Rachel knows. I didn’t tell her exactly, but she figured it out. So she knows.”
Fear melted into relief. “Oh, is that it?”
“Yeah, that was it. If you want, you can tell someone. Or don’t. Choice is yours.”
