by Lex Martin
I close my eyes as I snuggle against him, a smile on my lips, never more sure of myself or him.
* * *
Waking up for a meeting with the dean would be enough to make me lose my Cheerios if it wasn’t for the fact that a delectable man is in bed next to me.
Gavin’s thick hair dips across his cheek as he lies here, and the high planes of his face are marked by stubble. I let my eyes trail down his body. Even though he’s asleep, his biceps strain against his t-shirt.
Good lord, he’s sexy.
I still can’t believe I haven’t ripped off all of his clothes and bedded him already, and even though in the movies, the couples always have this great makeup sex, we had way too much shit to talk about last night. When we finally go there, I don’t want it tainted by that psycho Wheeler or that bitch Angelique. It will be about us. Only us.
I slide out of bed for a quick shower before I dress in a pair of black slacks and a long-sleeved pinstriped blouse. Twisting my hair up into a messy bun, I slide two hair clips through to secure it before I dab on a little makeup.
My foggy brain tries to get in the game. Staring into a steamed bathroom mirror, I give myself the Rocky pep talk, the one where I hear Eye of the Tiger and visualize myself knocking out my opponent. It’s cheesy, I know, but it helps. Jax and Daren were insane for stupid jock movies when we were kids, and I’m a veritable expert now. Friday Night Lights, Jerry Maguire, Rudy, Remember the Titans—I’ve seen them all. But I go with the Rocky theme because that’s the best one, and I close my eyes and try to envision what I want to say to the dean.
It comes down to this: I shouldn’t be afraid. Wheeler was arrested. That should speak volumes about his credibility, but his allegation that I’ve somehow cheated is still out there, and I’m dying to put it to rest and prove my innocence. Thinking about it, that smug look on his face as he tried to unravel my career in class, really pisses me off.
I get lost in these thoughts, and when I look back in the mirror, I’m surprised. I don’t look scared. If anything, I look confident. Intense. I can do this. Just like my interview yesterday, I can do this.
Gavin is stretching awake when I walk back into my room.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” I bend down to peck him on the cheek, and he grabs me and yanks me down onto the bed, making me squeal.
“Clementine,” he growls, “you look like a hot teacher.” He kisses my neck, and for about sixty very happy seconds, I forget where I need to be in half an hour. “Fuck, you smell good.”
Grinning like a school girl, I push him off me and get up.
“You, sir, are not helping me at all this morning.” I go over to my bureau and re-tuck my shirt before I pull out a pair of small gold hoop earrings. I sense him watching me as I put my jewelry on.
Gavin gets up and stretches lazily, his shirt lifting to show a tantalizing strip of taut muscles just above his low-rise jeans. I angle myself to watch him in my mirror. In truth, I can’t take my eyes off him. He catches me staring and winks at me, and what I wouldn’t give to be able to crawl back into bed with him.
He shrugs on his hoodie, places his hands on my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. “So, I’ll see you in a bit.”
I turn and look at him, confused. “I have my meeting with the dean, remember?”
“Yes, and I’m going with you, or at least I’ll wait for you while you meet with him.”
“Don’t you have class?”
“This is more important.” One light kiss on the tip of my nose and then he’s headed out my door. “I’ll meet you there.”
* * *
My heels clatter along the hardwood floor of the dean’s office as my attorney and I exit. On a bench across the hall sit Jenna, Harper and Gavin. I grin at the sight of my best friends here to support me.
“It must have gone well,” Harper says, jumping up to hug me.
“The dean is still going to review Clementine’s journals, but he said it was to confirm his belief that she did not plagiarize,” Kate says as she reaches into her purse for her phone. “Without Wheeler here to specify what he feels she lifted, this should be an easy case to dismiss. The school wants to put this to rest.”
Of course Daren made my attorney come to this. I told him I could handle this by myself, but he said he didn’t want to take any chances.
I find myself in Gavin’s arms, and I’m so relieved to have this behind me, I could cry. I take a few deep breaths to calm down and turn to Jenna.
“Professor Marceaux spoke to the dean about my work. She stood up for me.”
Kate interrupts. “Actually, Marceaux was one of three professors who raved about this girl’s writing.”
Embarrassed, I look down, but Gavin tips my chin up to him. “Of course they did.”
He leans down to kiss me, and I could melt right here in the hallway.
“Let’s grab some brunch to celebrate,” Jenna says, looping her arm through mine and prying me away from Gavin.
By noon, the table at the diner has emptied, leaving only Gavin and me, which kicks off a week of coffees or lunches or quick snuggles for us between classes. It’s almost as if he’s afraid that if he doesn’t maintain constant contact, I’ll disappear, which has me thinking about how exactly I plan to reassure my amazing boyfriend. Of course, one thing comes to mind.
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31 -
Early Friday evening, I descend from the climbing wall into Gavin’s open arms.
“Gross, hon, I’m hot and sweaty,” I say, pushing out of his hug, which only seems to encourage him.
“Maybe I like you this way,” he whispers, lifting me off my feet.
Giggling, I kiss him as he lets my body slowly slide down his. Trying to ignore the desire that pulses through me, I attempt to focus on something practical. “Want to grab a bite to eat?”
“I can’t. I have band rehearsal at Ryan’s. You still planning to come tomorrow night?”
Missing his show last weekend still makes me feel bad. I can’t believe I’ve never seen him perform. The fact that he was so understanding about why I missed it doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Hell, yes, I’m coming.” The guys are playing a big Halloween bash at one of the frat houses.
“Are you planning to dress up? You know it’s a costume party, right?”
“Yeah, Jenna said she’d get me something to wear.” Shit. I could end up looking like a pole dancer if I’m not careful. “But thanks for reminding me.”
When I get home, I think the pole dancer concept was probably a conservative inspiration for the strips of fabric Jenna has left on my bed.
“Jenna, get in here!” I yell. The sound of her fuzzy slippers crossing the hardwood floor stops in my doorway. “You must be doing crack if you think I’m wearing this tomorrow night.”
Dani joins her, and they look at each other and laugh.
“Yeah, I know. I’m totally kidding. Just wanted to see what you’d do.” Jenna is still grinning when she hands me a brown paper bag.
I purse my lips, hoping this will be an improvement. Opening the bag tentatively, I reach in and pull out white spankies, a short orange skirt and a cropped top that says Tigers.
“Go Tigers!” Jenna jumps up down and does a little dance straight out of Bring It On that makes me laugh. “I have your pom-pons in my room.”
I bite my lip, wondering if I could pull this off. This outfit is pretty revealing. I’m not sure I want to waltz around a frat house in spankies, but Jenna, sensing my reluctance, sidles up to me and throws her arm across my shoulders.
“Your man is going to think you’re so super-duper hot, he’s not going to know what to do with himself. Trust me!” She nods her head dramatically.
“Really?” I hadn’t thought about that. I guess I do want to look good for Gavin. “What are you going to wear?”
“I’m dressing up as every guy’s wet dream.” She shimmies seductively, and her mini-me Dani grins.
“Eww, Jenna.” Covering m
y ears like what she says is painful, I scrunch my face. “Do I want to know what that means?”
Jenna looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Princess Leia, you know, in that gold bikini slave outfit.” I nod like this makes sense. “Oh, and don’t forget the best part! The handcuffs!”
“Because she’s captured by Jabba the Hutt until Han Solo rescues her,” Dani explains.
I roll my eyes. Sure, that’s why Jenna needs handcuffs.
* * *
The basement of the fraternity house is packed with people. Everyone is carrying a red or blue plastic cup that’s spilling over with beer. I know because it keeps landing on me.
“Sorry, sweet thing,” one very muscly guy says as he splashes me with Budweiser. Gross.
I shake my arm to get it off, and Jenna laughs.
“What’s so funny? The fact that I’m getting doused in cheap beer?”
“No, the look on Gavin’s face when that guy started talking to you.” She points to the other side of the room where the guys are setting up their gear.
“What do you mean?”
Gavin is on the makeshift stage helping Kade set up his drums.
“He looked protective or maybe jealous. Probably both. It was precious.”
She holds up her cup to toast. I give her a look and clink my plastic cup in return.
Jenna looks gorgeous tonight. Her hair is twisted into a complicated braid that hangs over her shoulder. Only she could pull off extensions. And she’s totally rocking the slave outfit. I’d be mortified to have that much skin exposed, but she looks comfortable and doesn’t seem to mind that most of the male audience is checking her out.
I felt a little silly dressing as a cheerleader, but once I got here and looked around, I realized my costume is pretty tame. There are devil girls, naughty nurses, and a whole assortment of girls in lingerie. In contrast, I actually look a little wholesome with my hair pulled up into a high ponytail.
When Ryan takes the stage, he’s changed out of his Han Solo costume and is wearing a fitted black t-shirt and jeans. Glancing over at Jenna, I laugh.
“Do you ever get tired of eye-fucking your boyfriend?”
Her brow perks up.
“Do I look like I get tired of eye-fucking my boyfriend? Besides, you should talk. Looks like you’re about to eat Gavin whole, although he does look pretty scrumptious tonight.”
Gavin showed up tonight dressed as a football player. I spent four years trying to get over a jock only to find out that Gavin was the starting QB at his old high school. Figures. And Jenna is more than pleased with herself that she was able to coordinate our costumes to surprise me. Before Gavin got on stage, though, he took off his shoulder pads and jersey and is wearing a t-shirt with those snug white football pants that make him look delectable.
Girls start squealing when Ryan grabs the mic and introduces the band. I have to admit he’s pretty cute with his blond hair all spiked up, but then Gavin starts strumming, and everyone goes crazy and pushes forward. By the time Kade kicks in with the drums, this place is insane.
It’s a fast, driving beat, and Ryan croons into the mic and owns the stage, strutting seductively. A girl next to me audibly gasps when he looks in our direction. I might tease Jenna about how much she ogles Ryan, but he can’t keep his eyes off her either. I’m almost embarrassed to watch them, but two years of accidentally walking in on them screwing on every surface imaginable has almost made me immune.
When Gavin kicks in for the harmony, I almost lose it. His voice is deeper than Ryan’s and rougher. He sounds more primal. Sexier. When he looks at me, I fan myself, and he winks. I can’t wait to get him home.
Jenna and I start dancing, and I’m lost in the music, in the way Gavin harmonizes with Ryan, until a flash of skin catches my eye. In the front row, some girl… she… she…
People are swaying and dancing, and I’m stock still.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Jenna wraps her arm around me. “Girls flash the guys at every show. They’re used to it.”
“Uh, I’m not.” I’m so fucking not.
Jenna nods like she has a secret to tell me and leans in to whisper, “That’s why you should always come to the shows and be sure to give your boy a show of his own afterward.” She lifts her hand and makes a crude gesture against her mouth.
“Jenna!”
She laughs and grins wickedly. I shake my head, embarrassed.
My roommate might brag about sexing up her man after his shows, but I know they’re deeper than that, and I think Gavin and I are too.
When the clapping dies down, Ryan grins. “Thanks for the love, but I need to warn you, ladies. I’m not responsible for what my girl over there does if she catches another eyeful.” He laughs into the mic, and everyone laughs with him.
After another half hour, we’re good and sweaty from dancing, and I’m sporting a decent buzz. Jenna and I keep giggling, watching our beautiful boys perform, and I have to warn her a couple of times when she gets dangerously close to flashing her Jabba the Hutts.
The music stops, and Ryan shifts to the side of the stage and picks up another guitar as Gavin walks up to the mic. He clears his throat and grins. “This one is for Clementine, that hot cheerleader over there. It’s called Golden Girl.”
He nods toward me, and I could drop dead. Everyone turns to stare at me as Jenna yanks on my arm, jumping up and down.
Gavin reaches next to him and pulls out his mandolin and starts strumming. Holy crap, he wrote me a song. It’s a ballad. His eyes lock with mine as he starts to sing.
Golden girl, you’ve put a spell on me,
With whispered words that I can see
I can’t walk away after all of this
You sealed my fate with that first kiss
Golden girl, you have no idea,
You’ve put a knockout spell on me
I can’t take a breath without you
I can see it now, what we can be
Don’t try to fight it
I won’t walk away
I got a thing for you, baby
I promise I’ll stay
Golden girl, I’ve got those lips memorized
Your name is carved into my heart
I can’t lie, I’m addicted
I’ve loved you from the start
Golden girl, I’m lost up in that smile
The way you laugh, the way you fight
Being here with you might be heaven
You feel so perfect, you feel so right
Don’t try to fight it
I won’t walk away
I got a thing for you, baby
I promise I’ll stay
When the music stops, the crowd starts cheering, and some blonde in leopard-print lingerie leans over to me and yells, “How did you snag Gavin Murphy? I’m so jealous!”
Jenna is grinning, screaming for the band, but she takes one look at me and stops. “Are you crying?”
“No,” I say, sniffling, trying my best to hold it in.
“Oh, man. You have it just as bad, huh?” She hugs me and I nod. “Does this mean I have someone to come to all of their shows with me?”
“Hell, yes. Especially if he’s going to write me songs. God.” I dab at the corners of my eyes, trying not to mess up my mascara.
Jenna looks like she’s debating something when she whispers, “I don’t want to make you feel bad about this because I know you had a lot going on, but he sang this song for you last weekend.”
But I wasn’t there. Shit.
As the weight of that sinks in, I’m overwhelmed. He was going to tell me he loved me first.
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32 -
When we reach my front door, Gavin stops like there’s an invisible force field, zips up his hoodie and tucks his hands into his pockets. I open the door, waiting for him to follow, but he doesn’t. The night is cold, and wisps of his breath float into the breeze.
Oh, I get it. He’s trying to be a gentleman, to have restraint and not take things too
far. Uh, yeah, screw that.
I’m on a step above him, but he’s still taller. With my hands on my hips, I tilt my head and narrow my eyes at him. “Get over here.”
He leans in an inch, and I grab both sides of his hoodie and yank him to me hard so that we’re nose to nose.
“You wrote me a song.”
The grin that erupts on his face takes my breath away. When girls describe a guy as having a panty-dropping smile, it’s always made me roll my eyes, but not tonight because, hell yes, this boy could get me to drop my drawers in a heartbeat.
“Did you like it?” he asks, and oh my lord, he looks shy.
I nod slowly and nibble seductively on my lip, or at least I hope it looks seductive and not like bad 70s porn, but given the way he’s staring at my mouth, it has the intended effect. “Yes, and I have a surprise for you too.” And, oh, do I!
Grabbing his hand before he has a chance to ask any questions, I push the door open and pull him in behind me.
My heart is a jackhammer in my chest, but I try not to let fears about my inexperience overwhelm me.
No one is home, which is perfect. I drop my bag by the couch and head to my room, my fingers still linked with his. I stop at my bedroom door and turn to face him.
“I need you to go get something out of the fishbowl.”
Gavin tilts his head. He must not remember. I grin, almost unable to keep it together. “Go to the bathroom and grab a couple of packages out of the fishbowl. Go.”
I shoo him with my hand, and he looks at me like I’m crazy but complies, walking into the bathroom and turning on the light. The fishbowl is up on the third shelf, so it’s possible he’s never seen it.
Slipping into my room, I flip on my stereo before I toss a scarf over my lamp to diffuse it. When I turn around, he’s in my doorway. He has something clutched in his hand, and he’s staring at me. Intensely.
I thought he’d run back in here and rip off all of my clothes, but he hasn’t moved a muscle. Okay. Guess I have to make the first move. Kicking off my Chucks, I smile before I pull him in and shut the door.