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made my way over to him and took the seat.
“Morning.”
He gave me that wicked grin of his as he spoke, “Good morning Chloe. I see you managed to make it from your dorm to here without any cracks getting in the way.”
My face instantly turned red and he busted out laughing, “You’re never going to let me live that down are you?”
His gaze traveled down my body and back up to my eyes before answering. “Nope, but with you wearing jeans, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun to watch today as it was last night.”
I smacked his arm and felt electricity shoot from my fingers up my arm at the brief contact. “Shut up or I’ll move to a different spot. I don’t have to take your torment for the next two hours.”
“Oh, she threatens. I’m scared now.”
I stuck my tongue out at him as I turned back toward the front of the class, pulling my book out of my bag, “You should be.”
He was silent for a moment, so I glanced up at him and my breath caught at the look in his eyes. They looked as if he wanted to devour me on the spot and I gulped.
“What?”
He leaned toward me slightly as he spoke, “Stick that tongue out at me again and see what happens.”
My mouth dropped open at his words, and I quickly looked away as the professor entered the front of the room. Once class started I tried to ignore him, but it was impossible. I kept glancing at him, and every time, he would be staring at me with those lust filled eyes. I wiggled uncomfortably in my seat at his scrutiny and he grinned. The professor called a break half way through and I stood, stretching my arms above my head to get the kinks out of my back. My shirt pulled up, revealing my belly button ring and I caught him staring at it.
“What are you looking at?”
He pulled his eyes up to my face and grinned, “Got anything else pierced?”
I gave him the sexiest smile I could muster as I replied, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He grinned at me as he stood, “I’m going outside to smoke, want to come with me?”
“Sure, why not. Maybe I’ll get some second hand smoke, that’ll really make my day.”
We made our way outside to a group of other students smoking. Drake lit up and glanced at me as I stood awkwardly next to him.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, just trying not to breath.”
He started laughing loudly and some of the other students glanced our way at his outburst. “You just say whatever comes to mind don’t you?”
I gave him a sheepish grin, “Logan tells me I have no filter. It drives him nuts most of the time I think.”
“I like it, it’s refreshing. Most people never really say what they think. They worry about what everyone else will think, but you just put it right out there.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“So is Logan the one who was with you in class yesterday?”
“Yeah, that’s Logan. He my unofficial alarm clock and self-appointed body guard.”
“Ah, I see. Overprotective boyfriend as well?”
I laughed, surprised at his way off base observation. “Um, no, definitely not boyfriend. He is my best friend though.”
He frowned at my words, “You sure about that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just that I saw how he looked at you yesterday. It definitely wasn’t as a friend.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Logan is just Logan, he doesn’t look at me any way except as a friend.”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever you want to believe, but trust me, I’m a guy, I know that look. It’s the ‘I want in her panties.’ look.”
I rolled my eyes at him, “Whatever. We aren’t like that.”
He stomped out his cigarette and we made our way back into the classroom without speaking. His words worried me. There was no way Logan thought of me like that, we were best friends and nothing more. But what if he was right? I tried to think of Logan in a different way and failed miserably. Sure, he was extremely attractive, but he was like a brother to me. If he did care about me like that, it would ruin everything.
I thought about all the times I had changed clothes in front of him, and he had never acted like it bothered him. Sure, he would make some kind of smart ass remark, but nothing he said ever indicated it got him worked up. I sat