middle of my personal wet dream?” His finger dances between Delaney and Palmer.
“Oh, no, I’m not getting busted for sneaking a boy into the dorm. That’s all Palmer.” Delaney holds her hands up in surrender. “Tomorrow morning, pick me up. I like my coffee with sugar and cream.”
“Who said I was going to pick you up?” Breaker’s arms spread wide.
“I just did.” She grins at him. “See you in the morning, Barrett.”
“Oh, come on. No one calls me that.”
At his displeasure, Palmer and I laugh as spectators of this odd exchange.
“I’m not no one,” Delaney rebuts.
“You sure as fuck aren’t.” Breaker smacks her ass as she walks towards the dorm. She pokes her pin into the keyboard, and it clicks, allowing her entrance.
The stars twinkle above us. Other than the obvious body we’d stumbled upon, I’d say the night has been rather successful and a little more confusing than I prefer.
“Soooo.” Breaker shoots a thumb towards the Escalade. “I guess I’m just going to go because the only other alternative is to watch the two of you daydream about touching each other. As much as I’m into some kink, that sort of makes even me feel uncomfortable.”
“Bye, Breaker,” I call out.
“Unless”— he turns, holding up his index finger— “you’re willing to let me join.”
“Bye, Breaker.” Palmer plants her hand on his chest and shoves him, never dropping her eyes from me.
“It was worth a try, and don’t think for a second I’m not offended by the fact you let Byron into those jeans and not me.”
“Consider it a lapse in judgment.” Palmer winks at me.
Breaker covers his heart with both hands and walks backwards to the curb. “Let it be known, I’m not against you having another lapse in judgment, pretty girl.”
I step towards him, and he yelps as he jumps behind the wheel, slamming the door before I can wrap my hands around his neck. He rolls the window down and grins.
“Go home,” I demand.
He drives off, leaving the echo of his laughter behind him.
I turn and find Palmer watching me.
“He’s a fucking handful,” she says.
“I didn’t jump from the car to talk about my friends, Palmer.” My steps are easy. Once I’m in front of her, I wrap my arm around her waist and sweep her against me. “Now, what’s your game plan to sneak me into your dorm?”
She smacks my chest. “Don’t act like you haven’t snuck into a girl’s dorm room before.” I follow her to the door. She bashfully pretends to hide her code.
“You know if I wanted your pin, I could easily have it,” I whisper in her ear. She tilts her head to the side. The grin on her lips tells me she’s amused by my threat. Her skin is velvet against my lips as I kiss a path beneath her ear. I pull back, teasing her. “Now, take me to bed. I’m exhausted.” Pulling my phone out, I send a quick text to Dixon.
Hand in hand she leads me through the dorms, tiptoeing around every corner. It’s cute how she actually thinks we’ll be caught. One thing about Glass Heart Academy is they try their best to keep us boys and girls separated. Dorms on opposite sides of campus is a nice trick, but one thing they don’t have on us is our drive to connect body parts. We have them beat there, and no amount of space is going to keep a bunch of horny teenagers away from each other.
I scoff when Palmer stops at the top of the steps and tells me to wait there. Not listening to her, I push past her and say not so quietly, “You going to let me in?”
She races towards me, covering my mouth with her hands. “Are you insane?”
“What?” I say against her palm. My shock is an act. It’s late. Everyone is asleep, but that doesn’t matter. Even if someone comes out of their room, they’ll see it’s me, turn around, and fall peacefully back to sleep.
“Everyone is sleeping, and you’re yelling.” She stomps by me to her door.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, sweetheart?” I tug at the back of her shirt. She glares at me and unlocks her dorm room. Annoying Palmer Weston is quickly becoming my favorite thing to do. “I don’t get caught.” My hands grip her waist, guiding her inside her own room. With a kick of the door, we are hidden away, again.
Something I’m learning quickly with Palmer is once is never enough. There is not