The Learning Hours by Sara Ney

Author:Sara Ney [Ney, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: How to Date a Douchebag
Publisher: Sara Ney
Published: 2017-09-26T07:00:00+00:00

Me: What time do you have class tomorrow?

Laurel: Ten fifteen. You?

Me: I have to be on campus around then. Want me to come get you in the morning and we can walk together?

Laurel: Sure, I’d love that. Want to meet outside on the first block? Intersection of Dorset and Winona?

Me: No. I’ll come get you at your house. 9:45?

Laurel: That sounds perfect.

Laurel

I check my hair at least a half-dozen times, once more running a palm down the loose waves to smooth them, tossing them over my shoulder when I’m done. Tilt my head this way and that in the mirror, the light catching on my large gold hoop earrings.

Add another coat of black mascara. Lip gloss.

My navy-blue t-shirt is long-sleeved, and I throw a vest over the top. Black leggings. Tall black boots.

I want to look cute, but not like I’m trying too hard since Rhett isn’t judging me by my appearance. I’ve noticed that about him—he’s focused on me. Not my hair, or my face, or my boobs.

Still, I want to look cute—for him.

Satisfied with my reflection, I hit the light on my way out of the bathroom, gathering up my backpack, phone, and sunglasses.

Unbutton my vest so my boobs show.

Button it.

Catch my reflection in the mirror by the door, give my hair another fluff.

Rhett is sauntering down the street when I come out of the house, bag slung over his broad shoulder, holding the strap with one hand, the other shoved into the pocket of his dark, slouchy jeans.

He’s got a blue ball cap covering his unruly hair, and I can see the curly ends sticking out of the bottom from my spot on the porch. His Henley sweater is gray, layered over a white t-shirt, the stark white peeking out from beneath his collar.

Man, this guy is growing on me like a weed.

“Mornin’.” His voice is a deep baritone, the kind of deep from having just woken up, the sexy deep that makes your insides quiver, shakes your shoulders.

“Hello to you.” I hold up my offering. “Hungry?”

Two vanilla protein shakes.

Rhett takes one, surprised. “Thank you.”

“I have water bottles in my backpack, too.”

His brows go up. “Really?”

“One for you, one for me.”

We start off under the brisk morning clouds, overcast skies above, an impending rain forecast looming. I sidle a few inches to my left, closer to Rhett’s imposing form.

Brush my elbow against his arm. Once. Twice.

I watch as he bites the inside of his cheek to stop from grinning. To occupy himself, he opens up the protein shake and takes a long pull, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, smiling around the bottle. “What class do you have this morning?”

“Astronomy.”

“Astronomy?”

I laugh, taking a swig of my shake. “Yeah. I had a science gen-ed to fulfill. I dragged my feet freshman year, so I have to take it now.” I shoot him a sidelong glance, eyeing his ball cap, the hair looping around his ears. “What about you?”

We arrive at the crosswalk, stopping to check traffic.

“Global Environmental Policy and Negotiation.

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