Page 71 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Blue gems sparkled up at me. “Do it.”

“Be careful, little girl,” I warned. “Next time, you might not be able to walk after I’m done with you.”

“Promises, promises.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN

samara

I walkedinto the coffee shop with a smile already teasing at my lips. I couldn’t help it; I had too much happiness bubbling inside me.

I quickly placed my order and stepped to the side to wait. Since the shop was closer to campus than Aggie’s, it was mostly full of college students rather than locals.

“I haven’t seen you running in a few weeks,” someone said behind me. “You been doing all right?”

Turning, I found Red sitting at a table, a cup of coffee in front of her with a half-eaten pastry and a textbook opened. My smile grew, and I crossed to her.

“I had a family thing, so I was back east for a little while,” I told her as I took the vacant seat across from her without waiting for her to offer.

Concern darkened her blue eyes. “Everything okay?”

I shrugged. “Better now.”

Red lifted her hand. “I’m Abi, by the way.”

“Sammy,” I said, shaking her hand. “Studying hard?”

Her lips twisted as she glanced down at the textbook then back to me. “For this class, I have to. I was way too overconfident when the semester started. Then I got my first quiz back and realized I am nowhere near as smart as I assumed. Of course, the professor was a total tool.”

My brows lifted. “Was?”

“He left, about six weeks ago. Right in the middle of the term.” She scrunched her nose, and even that adorable action was beautiful. “I’m actually getting better grades in there now, but I have zero concentration.”

“Why’s that?”

Abi leaned in close and lowered her voice. “My new professor is so hot. I swear, even his scowls are melt-worthy.”

Giggling, I sat back. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an issue like that with a professor. What’s he look like?”

Her eyes turned to slits, jealousy oozing off her. “Don’t turn into a thirsty ho-bag.”

My hands lifted in a surrender pose. “I swear. I’m far too in love with my man to even look twice at Professor Hotpants.”

Lips ticking up in amusement, she relaxed. “He’s older, of course. But I’m into that kind of thing. I like them mature.”

“Same. My guy is in his thirties.”

She picked up her cup and took a savory sip. “Professor Vaughn has these intense brown eyes. They drill into me. Like he can see all the way to my soul. And his voice! I swear, he doesn’t normally have an accent during lectures, but when he calls on me, I can hear the faintest hint of something.”

“Sammy,” the barista called, and I saw her place two cups on the counter.

“A wild affair with a college professor sounds like something you should tick off a bucket list,” I told her with a wink as I stood.

She laughed, the sound so light and pretty that several heads turned in our direction, some in annoyance, others in fascination. I shot the one glaring at Abi’s back a withering stare, and the guy quickly stuck his face in his phone once again.

“It would definitely be fun, but there is no way Professor V is into me.” She sighed. “But a girl can dream.”

“You never know. Good luck.”

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