Crazy in Love - Lane Hart Page 0,7
with the dildo stick thing did. I mean the needle. This is all my fault,” Reagan responds in a frantic jumble of words, her defined cheeks rosy red. And did she just say dildo? “You could’ve…I mean…you almost…” When the moisture fills her eyes and nearly overflows, my heart nearly combusts inside my chest. It was pumping faster than normal before, but now it may very well be ready to explode.
Without thinking, I reach for her, wanting to comfort her since I’m the reason she’s clearly distraught. She’s probably just worried that I’ll flunk her for bearing witness to my award-winning performance of dorkiness. Reagan clutches my shoulders, her exhale of relief fluttering over my ear before her entire body relaxes in my arms. That’s finally when my heart decides to settle back into its normal rhythm. It’s a comforting embrace and so very…nice. I could stay like this forever, pressed into her warmth while her soothing lavender scent surrounds me. But then I remember all the witnesses around us, knowing it only takes one of them snapping a photo to end my career by giving the wrong assumption to the faculty committee at Madison. So, I reluctantly take a step back and let her go.
“Well, babe, you coming with us or what?” the dickhead EMT asks Reagan. She nods before wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Her falling tears could very well threaten to flood my soul.
“If you don’t mind?” she asks me.
“Ah, no,” I reply before I even consider the question. Fuck it all. I should’ve said yes. Yes, I mind. More time with her is not good. I’m a man, not a priest.
Okay, that’s not the best analogy, but still…
“Call when you need a ride and I’ll pick you up,” the blonde girl says to Reagan.
“Thanks, Josie.” Yes, that’s her name, Josie. I remember now from the introduction, the one right before I nearly committed suicide by tropical fruit.
The four of us walk silently out of the restaurant and to the sidewalk where the ambulance is still running with the rear doors open wide. After I step up into the back, I turn around to offer Reagan a hand up. She takes it right away, her palm warm and perfect in mine, before the EMT grabs her bottom, hefting her into the back of the ambulance. I glare daggers at him, which he completely ignores because he’s too busy watching Reagan’s ass while copping a feel.
“Up you go,” he tells her, following her inside and then closing the double doors. “You can sit on the stretcher, Mr. Anaphylaxis Shocker,” Romeo tells me with a smirk. To Reagan, he says, “And we can sit right here on this bench.”
“Oh, okay,” Reagan says with a nod before folding her russet colored dress underneath her and taking a seat against the wall. The asshole flops down beside her and even throws his arm up on the back of the cushion.
“Ready to roll, Vinny,” the tech says to the older gentleman in the driver seat. Then we’re off.
“So, I didn’t catch your name,” Casanova says to Reagan, his face mere inches from hers. Instead of answering, she seems to search his face carefully with narrowed eyes, as if looking for something.
“Her name is Reagan,” my mouth speaks without my permission. “And maybe you should give her a little breathing room.”
“Who are you? Her father?” he asks, slouching back in his seat.
Reagan gasps at his question and turns her face away from him, while I continue to sit there on the gurney with my legs swinging over the side, apparently looking old enough to be her father. Which is absurd. I’m probably no more than ten years older than her.
“She’s a student of mine,” I correct him. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
He and I then share a look, neither of us blinking, both of us silently communicating the same thing. Yeah, well, tough shit. I’m not backing down, fucker. Unfortunately, his arrogant grin is saying, Game on, old man.
Chapter Three
Reagan
Holy guacamole. This is the strangest day ever.
It’s times like this that I wish I had a cell phone just to pretend I have something to do on it for the distraction after the yummy EMT had to make a comment about my father, at the same time insulting my professor. I can actually see my already tanking grade steadily declining with every passing second of this clusterfuck of an afternoon.
Thankfully the rest of the ride to the