with the slight deviation from our normally set plans.
“That’s not necessary.” I clear my throat and brace myself for his reaction. “Justin is going to pick me up.”
Uncomfortable silence rains down on us as he digests that bit of news. It goes over exactly the way I suspected.
Like a lead balloon.
“Wait a minute,” the smile disappears only to be replaced by a scowl, “you invited Justin to dinner?”
“Yeah,” I mutter, unwilling to add that it’s an offer I now regret, “I did.”
“Why would you do that?”
Good question. Clearly it was an error in judgment on my part. But I won’t be admitting that to Rowan.
“He hasn’t met Dad yet.” The thought of that occurring makes me queasy. My father has the tendency to go into over-protective mode, which is precisely why he isn’t introduced to most of the guys I go out with.
Now I’m having second thoughts.
More like third and fourth thoughts.
Unfortunately, the wheels have already been set in motion, and it’s too late to cancel our plans.
“So...this thing between you two is pretty serious?” He sounds decidedly unhappy about the predicament.
I remain silent, reluctant to confess the truth. It’s none of Rowan’s business who I date. Just like it’s none of mine who he bangs. In the three years we’ve been at Western, not once have I heard of Rowan settling down with a girl. But I’ve heard a shit ton of gossip regarding his sexual conquests. Every Monday morning, there’s a new set of salacious stories floating around campus.
That thought makes me as nauseous as introducing Justin to Dad. Maybe a little more.
Needing to distance myself from Rowan, I shrug in hopes of dislodging his arm. It doesn’t work. If anything, he only tightens his hold. Most girls would be thrilled by his attention. They would be burrowing against the solid strength of his chest. Admittedly, I have to fight my own body’s natural inclination to do exactly that.
He turns his face until his warm breath can feather across the delicate shell of my ear. I have to steel myself against the shivers that attempt to skitter down my spine. “You didn’t answer the question.”
“I guess so.” That’s a lie, but since he can’t prove otherwise, I’m sticking to it like my life depends on it. More like my mental state.
“Hmmm. That didn’t sound very convincing.” His grip intensifies. “Want to give it another shot?”
I swivel toward him, not realizing how close we are. It doesn’t take much to get lost in the various shades of blue that dance in his irises.
Rowan has gorgeous eyes.
It’s one of the first features that snagged my attention. They’re so watchful. As if he sees everything going on around him and there’s no hiding. It’s the directness of his examination that makes my insides tremble. I don’t want him to catch a glimpse of the feelings I’ve buried deep within. I don’t want him to realize how much he affects me. Or how much willpower it takes to fight the magnetic pull I feel toward him.
As we reach the glass doors that lead into the fresh air, Rowan pushes it open before we move down the short stone staircase. We don’t make it more than four steps before he’s swarmed by a handful of girls. As the crowd surges around him, I slip from beneath his arm and hightail it down the pathway that winds through campus.
“Demi,” his deep voice resonates over the chatter of voices.
Unable to stop myself, I glance back until our gazes collide. A surge of unwanted jealousy gnaws at my insides as jersey chasers paw at him like he’s a piece of fresh meat thrown into a den of starving lions. It’s equal measures aggravating and disturbing that he’s the only one able to make my pulse race in this manner. This campus has tens of thousands of people on it. There has to be at least one other guy who can provoke the same kind of reaction from me.
I just need to find him. Then I can stop thinking about the blond quarterback.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
I gulp.
Why does that sound more like a threat than anything else?
Not bothering to answer, I force my gaze away before fleeing from the vicinity like the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels. It’s only when I’m a block away that I’m able to once again find my equilibrium. The only way I’ll make it through the rest of the day is to force all thoughts of Rowan from my