Crew Princess by Tijan

Author:Tijan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tijan
Published: 2019-08-18T16:00:00+00:00

We got to school five minutes after the last bell rang to start the day.

Separating at the bathroom, I rushed in and did a quick clean, but I still smelled like booze, campfire, cold sweat, and blood. Plus, dirt. I groaned, washing my face and pulling my hair up into a braid. I couldn’t do much else except slip on a different sweatshirt. That wouldn’t disguise the smell, but I had deodorant in my locker, and Taz had some body spray.

When I came out, Cross was just finishing at his locker. He stopped, book in hand, and leaned back against it. He gave me a cocky smirk as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Look at you,” I almost cooed.

He laughed, but that smirk just grew. I opened my locker, and he waited for me to rifle through, get what I needed, and step back.

Spying the new sweatshirt in my hand, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“I stink.”

I pulled the sleeves back through so they went the right way.

“So?” He leaned over, sniffing me. “And you don’t.”

I did. “It doesn’t matter. Girls don’t like to smell.”

“Uh, girls usually don’t smell. They think they do, but they don’t.”

I wasn’t going to have a gender debate with him about my olfactory senses. Nodding at Taz’s locker, I asked, “Can you open it? Grab her body spray? I know she has some in there.”

As he did, I used my deodorant and put my sweatshirt on. I zipped it up, pulled off my other shirt, and tossed it in my locker.

Cross caught it just as it was going in. “What are you doing?” He handed over the spray, still eyeing me like I’d lost my head.

“That shirt smells like campfire. My hair reeks. I’ll make do with this thing.”

He tsked me, going to his locker. Punching in the code, he bent inside as I sprayed myself and put the body spray back in Taz’s locker. Cross had a shirt in his hand when I turned back.

“What’s that?”

“A shirt.”

“Is it clean?”

He lifted it to his nose, took a big whiff, and started coughing. Then, cracking a grin, he handed it over. “I’m kidding. Yes. It’s an old shirt of mine I put in there last week. I’ve not worn it. Take it. It’s better than a sweatshirt. You know the librarian has a thing against sweatshirts.”

I shuddered. He was right. She thought they were coats. All coats and hats had to be off to step inside her library.

I did the whole switcharoo again, pulling it on under my sweatshirt.

Cross’ smirk was now a shit-eating grin, and his eyes were latched onto my chest.

I paused, drawing a circle over my breasts. “You’re watching me like you’re sex-deprived.”

I knew he was not.

He grinned a happy little grin, transforming his face from hot and smoldering to an adorable puppy my arms were aching to grab.

God, I loved this guy.

“I’m just enjoying the show. And thinking how I’m going to buy an oversized sweatshirt to zip around both of us.

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