More of Us ( A Love You More Rock Star Romance #3) - Laura Pavlov Page 0,25

tracing the ink from the night that had marked us both forever. In more ways than just the surface.

“Thanks. I’m proud of you for going to Honduras and trying to save the world.”

She chuckled, and her chest vibrated against mine.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I stroked her hair until her breathing slowed, and she dozed off. I breathed in her scent and all her fucking goodness and gave in to the best night’s sleep I’d had in months.

Sunlight hit my face with a vengeance, and I blinked several times before opening my eyes. I was alone in bed. I adjusted myself beneath the covers. Well, me and my boner were alone in bed.

“Jade?” I called out.

She stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day. “Did I wake you?”

“No. What are you doing?”

“I have class. Just getting ready.” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Damn, she was pretty. I reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Your hair is longer.”

“Yeah. I need to chop some of this off,” she said, studying my face.

“I like it.”

Her cheeks pinked. “Thanks.”

I pushed to stand and walked to the bathroom to take a piss. I caught Jade leaning against the doorframe, staring down at my package.

“Like what you see?” I teased.

“It’s sort of hard to miss. And I’m fairly certain it’s not broken. It poked me all night,” she said as I flushed the toilet and stopped to wash my hands.

“I told you. It only works for you.”

“We’ll see how long that lasts,” she said, moving back to the bedroom to load her backpack with school supplies.

I slipped my jeans on and pulled my T-shirt over my head. She stopped me and reached for my arm. She studied the ink again and traced the marks she’d left on me.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she said.

“Why? It’s a forever reminder.”

I reached back and rubbed the tender spot behind her head, and she wrapped her arms around my middle. “Okay. So, you’re off today, right? How long are you gone for?”

She pushed back from me, like she suddenly needed distance. I ran my hands through my disheveled hair. “Three weeks. You could come visit if you want.”

“No.” Her voice was firm and hard. “I need to focus on school. I’m hoping I start hearing from the medical schools I applied to. I sent in all my applications while I was in Honduras. I pray I get an interview. I don’t have a backup plan if I don’t get in.”

“You’ll get in. I have no doubt.”

“I have plenty of doubt for both of us. Richard doesn’t think I applied to enough schools,” she said, pulling her backpack over her shoulder.

“Richard’s a dick. They even named him so. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. How many did you apply to?”

“Six.”

“How many did Dick apply to?”

“Twenty-eight.”

I laughed. “That over-achieving douchebag must need more options. He’s probably a shit student.”

“He has the same GPA as me, the same MCAT score as mine, he’s older and he’s done the medical brigade multiple times.”

I laughed. “His name is Dick. He’s got nothing on you.”

“I’m not competing with him. Not really. I hope we both get in somewhere. But it worries me that they might think I’m too young and not ready. Most people take four years and do a gap year before applying to med school.”

“You’ve never been like most people, More Jade. Don’t start now.” I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to ease all her worries.

“Thanks. I hope you’re right.” She led me out of the room. “So, what’s going on with your classes?”

“I just started my last course, and I’ll be graduating in December.”

“Wow. That’s amazing,” she said, her gaze searching mine as she came to a stop