Chapter 67
Eric POV
Her boyfriend’s eyes widened in surprise. But I am surprised at myself for growling like that. I nudged Nicole on the small of her back and led her out of the café. When we reached my motorcycle, she moved away from me, let out a long sigh and rubbed her chest.
“Thanks again,” she said, doing everything not to cry.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, not liking the empty air that fills her space. “He cheated on you?” I ask, making a small conversation.
“Yeah!” she breathed. Then she looked at me with her hazel eyes and licked her dry lips. “I’m sorry that I put you through this.” Awkwardness seeped between us. “But I’ll make it up for you.”
I rested my ass on the seat of my motorcycle and crossed my arms. “Have I seen you earlier?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes in defiance, which made my cock hard. Normally girls swooned over me and I was so used to their fangirling me that I found her reaction fucking sexy.
“We are in the same sociology class,” she said, shaking her head. “But I don’t expect you to know me.” She extended her hand, which I took eagerly in both of mine. “Hi, I am Nicole Leigh. And I know you are Eric Wolfe, our football captain.” Her eyes dropped to our joined hands. “Once again, thanks for saving my face. If you need a favor back, I’ll be happy to help you.”
“Nicole…” Her name rolled off my tongue like I was tongue–fucking it.
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“Okay, then…” She pulled her hand away and, before I could say anything, she hurried off toward the admin building.
I didn’t want to see her and go on my way, but damn me. Instead of driving away, I find myself checking her ass, because it’s a fucking sexy ass, the lower swells of which were exposed because she was wearing cut–off shorts. And because I had seen the way they jiggled as she walked, I wanted to look at them forever. On instinct, I followed her and suddenly realized that she was so tiny. Like I could see the top of her head.
Nicole disappeared into the admin building in her cut–off shorts, and I returned to my motorcycle to leave, her ass fogging my already addled brain. I returned home and was ecstatic to not find my brother and his wife, who were always glued to their hips. As soon as I was in my room, I opened my laptop and scoured through our college website to find out about Nicole Leigh.
A straight–A student, she had history, sociology and physical education subjects. My next hour was spent researching about her. I didn’t find much, except her social media accounts, and followed them.
Aaron and Venus came pretty late, their loud kissing sounds being the bane of existence. At this rate, they would have an army of babies. Since they were mates, I didn’t doubt that Venus would give a litter of two to three pups at a time. I pulled a pillow over my ear to stop listening to them. But damn my extra sharp hearing abilities.
Next day, I returned from the practice earlier than usual, ignoring all the girls who were sitting on the bleachers and calling me. I made my way to the sociology class, where I was sure I would find her. But half way there, someone emerged from a door on the side and bumped into me.
“Shit. I’m so clumsy,” an irritated voice reached my ears. I turned my head to see that chestnut hair had fallen over her shoulders as she sat down to
collect her books that clattered to the floor. She was on her knees.
I dropped on my knees as well. “Hi, I’m sorry,” I breathed.
“Ah, you don’t have to help me,” she said.
But I picked up the same book that she picked, and our fingers touched. Electricity zipped through my body all over again and I clench my jaw to stop this funny reaction. She chuckled nervously and pulled the book from my grasp. I helped her pick up the rest of her books and notes. When we stood up, I let out a rough exhale, watching her leaving, forgetting what I had in mind. She disappeared into the crowd. I made my way to the class, hoping to sit next to her, to find a way to be near her, but when I arrived at the class, there’s no one.
“The professor has taken urgent leave,” one of the girls informed me as she giggled, blushing.
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Wed, 18 Jun
Chapter 67
Damn it. This was my only chance to find her, be with her. She must have known it already, that’s why she didn’t come. Where could she have gone? From the corner of my eye, I see Lexi coming in. She stops in the doorway. “Hi Eric!” she flirted. “I didn’t know that Nicole was your type. She’s such a dumbo She leaned forward, showing me her fake boobs. Brushing her hair from her shoulder, she fluttered her eyelashes. “But I know she’s the season’s flavor. When you’re done with her, you can come to me.”
I gritted my teeth. “Stop being a cliché blond bimbo–what’s your name again?” She opened her mouth, blushing hard in embarrassment, but I cut her off. “Oh, never mind. Bimbo suits you. Now buzz off!” I walked out of the class, as some girls laughed.
The college was buzzing with activity. Her scent was mingled with so many, but I sniffed it and located her all the way to the library. When I entered the library, the smell of leather, books and weathered paper and rugs invaded my nose. And it was mingled with her smell – that of spice and chocolate. I sniffed the air, following it, and found her sitting in a corner in the science section, which was strange. She was a lovely sight. Her notes were spread everywhere in front of her and she was munching something very quietly, totally engrossed in her book.
I crossed the gap between us in long strides. “Hey!” I said, perching on a chair beside her.
Surprised, she whipped her head to look at me. “You?” she rasped, glancing around as if I had come to the wrong place.
“Yep!” I smiled. “It looks like you missed me,” I added, taking the chips out of the packet that was hidden between her legs.
“What do you want?” she asked, a pale blush spreading on her cheeks.
“About the favor,” I said, tilting my head.
She realized what I was saying and sucked in a sharp breath. And it was the first time I saw she had green freckles around those beautiful irises. “I know you got A in your sociology exam,” I started the conversation, trying to sound as gentlemanly as possible, to contain the wolf inside me.
She crossed her arms across her chest, which lifted, showing her ample, natural cleavage. Don’t go there, Eric. Not
now. No. No.
“Listen, would you… would you…” I bit my bottom lip, unsure of how to spill it. “You know… will you tutor me? Sociology?” “I’m-” Goddess, since when did I stutter? “I’m struggling.”
