Don't Rush Me (Nora Jacobs Book One) by Jackie May

Author:Jackie May [May, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, reverse harem
Publisher: Bluefields
Published: 2018-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

Even though Wayne State University is no Notre Dame, it’s still fun to be walking around campus with Oliver as if I belong here. It makes me wish this were my life—that I was normal, and had friends, and went to college. I almost see myself graduating, getting a job, having a boyfriend. For the moment, I feel normal. Of course, I’m a psychic strolling across campus with a sorcerer, looking for a group of supernatural kidnappers who’ve snatched my troll roommate’s potential mate, so…normal is relative, I guess.

“You’re in luck, because it’s Rush Week right now,” Oliver says as we move into what seems to be the main quad. It’s full of tables and booths all advertising different sororities and fraternities. “Every Greek organization affiliated with Wayne State will have representatives here. We’ll just start at one end and work our way around the quad.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Oliver smiles, lighting up his whole face. When he offers me a hand to hold, as if this were a date, I grimace and shake my head. “Sorry. I’ve got a no touching policy. Unless you want me to hear every thought in your head.”

Oliver’s face heats up, and he matches my grimace. “Oh, right. I forgot about that.”

I try to smile, but the mood has slipped into awkward territory. Surprisingly, Oliver is the one to drive us back into comfortable conversation. “You can’t turn your gift off, then?”

I shake my head, grateful that I have to be paying attention to all of the booth banners so I don’t have to maintain eye contact. “I wish. That would make my life a hell of a lot easier.”

“What about clothes? Does it work through material, or do long sleeves, gloves, and things stop it?”

“Mostly. But I hate gloves. I hate having my fingers restricted, and I really don’t like to draw attention to myself any more than I have to. It’s bad enough I’m a small white girl living in inner city Detroit.”

Oliver sighs. “That’s true. I guess I don’t blame you. But…don’t you ever crave human touch?”

No way am I answering that question. I stop to look loosely at a yellow banner advertising a fraternity.

“That it?” Oliver asks, following my gaze when I stop walking.

After a moment, I shake my head. “I think it looks similar, but the symbols were different. I’m sure of it.”

Oliver heads over to the booth. It’s being manned by a couple of tall, well-built guys—one white and one black. Both look like basketball players. They’re leaner than the meatheads from my vision, and they seem like they’re slightly more intelligent, even though all the pictures at their booth are of raging parties.

They both eye skinny, geeky Oliver warily. “Hey, bro. You looking to join up?” the black guy asks.

He’s good looking, but his condescension toward Oliver pisses me off. As if he can feel me seething, he looks my way and then does a double take before grinning widely at Oliver. “Damn, man, your girl is fine.”

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