brownies and see how many we can feed Ian before he catches on.
Gabs: REALLY?
A marijuana leaf wearing a goofy smile blinked at me on the screen.
Lex Luthor: It worries me that they actually have a pot emoji, but what’s more concerning is that you found it within two seconds.
Gabs: Oops, gotta go, class starting.
Lex Luthor: Live a little! Break the rules.
Gabs: I did. Last night and again this morning.
I smirked and typed back my response.
Lex Luthor: Tell me you didn’t love the extra-long shower time.
Gabs: I wasn’t the one moaning . . .
Lex Luthor: If you don’t stop texting me people are going to think I’m looking at dirty pictures on my phone.
Gabs: Why?
Lex Luthor: I’d take a picture, but then it would be like sending you porn during class, and since you don’t like to break rules . . . see you soon, Gabs!
Gabs: No fun.
What wouldn’t be fun was me sending her a picture of my suppressed arousal and having Ian find it on her phone.
Two hours. I had two hours to burn before she was going to be at my house, and my focus was scattered at best.
I pulled up the asshole’s information on my phone, and then all was right in my world as an evil plan hatched tiny little dinosaur eggs that would one day eat the rat bastard and spit out his bones.
I was going to hack his ass.
I cracked my neck and smirked the entire way home.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Gabi
It was the longest class of my life, made worse by the fact that I kept glancing at the clock every few seconds only to discover the hand had moved a quarter of an inch.
When class finally did end, I bolted out of my seat so fast my legs nearly tangled beneath me.
By the time I reached the door, a heavy dose of logic had seeped into my otherwise frantic and overly emotional brain.
Lex. It was Lex. I nearly skinned both knees and caused a domino effect of students also rushing out the door.
Lex could wait. I could be a mature adult and walk to my car, then drive the few miles to his house without breaking every traffic law in the state.
I could.
But did I want to?
My text alert went off.
Asshole Lex: Yawn . . . are you walking backward toward the house? Really, Gabs?
I really needed to change his name on my phone . . . Or—I smiled wide—keep it, since it still made me laugh.
Gabi: You do realize who you’re talking to, right? Legs are a bit short.
Asshole Lex: Didn’t feel short wrapped around me last night . . .
I shuddered and slid my phone into my pocket. No way was I going to keep texting him and run into a tree, causing permanent damage to my nose and all four front teeth.
My car wasn’t parked far away from the building. I half ran, half skipped to it and prayed it would start.
It did. Thank God.
And so began the three-mile drive to the house. Three miles that should have taken me maybe seven minutes, tops, with traffic.
It took eight.
I pulled up to the house, opened my car door, realized the engine was still running, turned the key and pulled it, then grabbed my bags and got out. After I locked the door, I turned and ran down the sidewalk.
When I made it halfway, the front door opened. Lex stood there, shirtless, with sweats hanging low on his hips.
His smile was so blinding, so perfect, I had to keep myself from doing a little twirl in the air before launching myself into his arms.
“Miss me?” He caught me midair and pulled me hard against his warm chest.
“Yes.” I sighed against his neck. “A perfectly unhealthy amount, you ass.”
His dark chuckle caused shivers all the way down to my toes. “Good. Also, we’re out of flour, so . . .”
“Huh?” I pulled back, my feet dangling in the air still. “What do you mean we’re out of flour?”
“Oh, when I say we’re out of flour, what I meant is, I tossed away all the baking ingredients so that we’d have no choice but to go to my room and . . . study.”
I nodded. “You didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“I didn’t want to take any chances that you’d actually rather make cookies.”
“Does it look like I’d rather make cookies?”
“Gabs . . .” He placed me on the ground and