His fingers are a hot brand on my skin-it’s the first time we’ve touched in three months-and I pull away. “I don’t need help.” My voice is strangled as I move to brush past him-forget the textbooks-but he reaches out and takes my elbow. I stare at him a little too long, until I snap out of it. His face gets most of my attention, the darkness on his jawline adding a broody look. Of course, he looks magnificent in a tight long-sleeved black shirt that clings to his broad chest and tapered jeans molded to those leg muscles. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sweatshirt. I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. The artist side of me was always drawn to the colors I saw when he spoke, shades of gold and gray, one side of him sunny and easy, the other part wrapped in fog and smoke. Let me,” Blaze says, this time closer, his voice soft, almost placating. My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of hot summer nights and slow kisses-kisses we never had…well, except for that one time freshman year. I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center. You look like you need one,” he finishes quietly.Ī long exhalation comes from me as I tuck the number in my purse. You never know, he might just be a good friend. He grabs a Post-it from his desk, scribbles on it, and hands it over to me. He cocks his head, his face growing serious as he studies me. He met my parents when they came to visit me one year and had us all over for a cookout.

Did I mention medical school already? Mike is very, very handsome. I’ll take care of updating your schedule. Rumor is you need special pull-or you have to be an athlete.” No pillow required.”Ī tingle of excitement hits. “I’m thinking you need a humanity elective.

He glances down at the paper and taps his chin.

I hate you ilsa