ran a hand down my face before I let out a deep breath.
“I know that. You know that. But he probably doesn’t.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter because right now, he won’t even talk to me. I’ve texted him multiple times and nothing.”
“Still?”
“Yes. I’m not asking him to do more than talk to me. He’s not even reading the texts, so it doesn’t matter anyway.”
“How did we get here? Seriously,” Dave asked suddenly.
“I’m not sure. I mean, I’m here because I walked over from my lecture hall. But you on the other hand…” I laughed when Dave tossed a pen at me. I batted it away and heard it hit the floor.
“Not what I meant, smart-ass, and you know it.”
“I do. But things were getting entirely too heavy for so early on a Friday morning. Now this evening, we can pick this discussion up over wine and pizza. Bring your clubs. I’ll schedule a tee time for tomorrow morning,” I said as I got up from the chair to leave. I heard Dave groan behind me before the whining started.
“But it’s January. And I hate golfing with you because you always win.”
“It’s too damn hot to golf May through October. Suck it up and bring a long-sleeve shirt,” I said over my shoulder as I walked out the door.
I needed to stop by my own office and grab a water before my next class. It was going to be a long day and probably an even longer weekend. I was determined to get things back to the way they were before a brown-eyed man stared at me from across the bar, but most weekends involved grading papers, going out for drinks, and if I was lucky, finding some sort of relief.
Only that didn’t exactly appeal to me at the moment. Not unless it was with Dax, which meant I was screwed. I snorted as I walked down the hallway. Yeah, I wish I was. It had been so long, and I was certainly ready to feel Dax’s cock pumping in and out of me. Question was, would he?
I pulled my keys out of my pocket, letting myself in my office and closing the door behind me. I still had plenty of time to relax a bit before my next lecture, and I knew I was most likely to sit and think about Dax, so after I checked my messages to see if he’d even read them yet—he hadn’t—I put my phone on my desk and pulled out my laptop. I could update the class page, adding a test to it that I’d decided to go ahead and give. They were senior level after all, and a paper one week followed by a test the next wasn’t unheard of.
Once that was finished, I closed my laptop and put it back in my bag before I walked over to the coffee maker and brewed a cup. I grabbed a water bottle from the minifridge that was under the table and placed it in my bag, preparing for class. Once that was done, I called the course and scheduled a tee time, choosing a later morning one so Dave wouldn’t complain about it being too cold. I rolled my eyes at that because we lived in Austin, Texas. It didn’t get cold here. Not really.
When my coffee was finished, I added creamer to it before placing the lid on the cup. I left my office and headed back to the lecture hall for my last class of the day. I still had office hours, but I wasn’t really expecting anyone as we were still at the beginning of the semester and the students simply didn’t need me yet.
“Are you telling me he’s still not talked to you?” Dave asked later that evening while we were eating pizza.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I just don’t get it. Anytime our eyes meet in class, there’s definitely something there, but the man will not talk to me. Here, look.” I pulled out my phone. Opened the messages app, and handed it over. Dave glanced at it, and his eyebrows rose before he looked back at me, holding out my phone.
He then started laughing. I rolled my eyes at my friend and picked up the bottle of wine, pouring the last of it in my own glass.
“Hey, I wanted more wine.”
“Too damn bad. That’s what you get for laughing at me. I need help here. I don’t know what to do to get the man to talk to me.”