Page 18 of Psycho
The girl nodded. “Right on. Acts of service. Good start.”
“Thanks.”
She gave him a conspiratorial look. “You should write something cute and flirty on the cup.”
August’s brain short-circuited. “Like what? I’m really bad at dating.”
A devious grin crossed her face. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course not. I don’t even know you. But you’re bound to write something better than I would. I’d probably tell him I like the way his atoms are put together or something.”
The girl pouted. “Aw, that’s so nerdy and cute. But let’s try something a little flirtier.”
With coffee and a chocolate chip muffin in hand, August gave a wave. “Thank you.”
“I’m Cricket, by the way,” she called as he pushed the door open.
“August.”
She smiled again. “Nice to meet you, August.”
“You too.”
* * *
Lucas wasn’t in his office, so August made his way across campus to the Social Sciences wing. Lucas was sitting at his desk in front of a large projection screen, and students were just starting to filter in and find their seats in the stadium-like seating.
Lucas looked sexy as hell in an olive green sweater the same color as his eyes, his blond hair just messy enough to look deliberate. The students noticed his good looks, too. Girls giggled and pointed, whispering to each other. It made him want to cut off their ponytails.
Lucas looked up in surprise when August reached his desk. “Hi.”
“Hi. I brought you breakfast,” August said, setting his goodies on the desk.
Lucas gave him a somewhat bemused smile. “I said no breakfast.”
August shook his head. “No, you said I couldn’t take you to breakfast. You never said I couldn’t bring breakfast to you.”
Lucas paused, but then nodded. “Oh. I suppose you’re right.”
“I got your order from Cricket downstairs. But it’s decaf.”
Lucas frowned. “Decaf? Why?”
“I saw you take Effexor. Both caffeine and Effexor can increase your blood pressure, and you’re already under a great deal of stress.”
August hoped Lucas would see this as what it was: his attempt to take care of him.
“How do you know what meds I take?” Lucas asked, taking a tentative sip of his coffee.
“Oh. I broke into your apartment this morning and looked around.”
Lucas gave a heavy sigh, opening the pastry bag and pulling out the muffin. “Of course, you did. I should just give you a key.”
“That would make it much less time consuming,” August agreed. “Can I take you to lunch later?”
Lucas laughed, shaking his head. “No.”
“Can I bring lunch to you later?” August tried again.
