Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I don’t need to check behind me to know the answer to that question.
7
Cohen
When the rest of the team decided we were going to this Halloween frat party, the first thing I did was make sure it was an actual costume party before buying something to wear. I did learn some things from my tattoo experience.
With it being an actual thing, there was really only one person I could think of to go as. It helps it’s easy to put together too. Long gray wig, black pants, loose long-sleeved shirt, and a sword.
The temptation to take a selfie and send it to Einstein is strong, but I’m taking the back seat on this one. We need to go at his pace, and I have to admit going slow is helping me adjust to everything without any pressure for more.
I’ve stopped messaging other guys because I only want to pursue this exploration with him. At least for now. Because if he decides he wants to take that next step, I think I’m ready, even if the idea of meeting him makes me nervous as hell.
When I’m ready to go to the party, I knock on both Beck and Jacobs’s doors, knowing they’ll be in one of their rooms. They’re right next to each other.
I just have to hope I’m late enough to have missed them fucking but not so late they’ve left without me. Walking across campus like this by myself will turn some heads.
Beck opens the door wearing a fighter pilot costume and aviators. Jacobs steps up beside him wearing the same thing.
I shake my head. “Really? Maverick and Goose? Fitting.”
Beck points to Jacobs. “He’s Goose.”
“In what world would I be Goose?”
“Well, you sure as hell aren’t Maverick. You play by the rules too much.”
“I at least have the same hair color.”
“Fine. Be Maverick,” Beck says. “But screw being Goose. If we’re doing the whole personality switch thing, I’ll be Iceman. That guy’s hot, but fuck, what a bore.”
Jacobs looks at me. “He really is like Maverick.”
“Don’t give him a bigger head than he already has.”
Jacobs nods. “Good point.”
“I’m right here,” Beck complains. “Are we ready to go? I haven’t been to a party all goddamn year.”
I glance at Jacobs. “It’s the first semester.”
“He’s being a little dramatic because of his course load.”
“I have to brain,” Beck complains.
“Ah, yes, I can see how that would be difficult for you.” I pat his shoulder. “There, there.”
“Let’s go. I’m gonna get sooooo drunk.” Beck takes off for the elevator.
“Real captain material, right there,” Jacobs says.
“That’s going to be fun for you to clean up later,” I say.
He grimaces. “I know. Am I a bad boyfriend if I drop him in his room and then go sleep in mine?”
“Will he know any different?”
“Probably not.”
“There’s your answer.”
Jacobs snorts. “No wonder you’ve never had a proper girlfriend.”
The truth is I don’t know why I’ve never had a serious girlfriend. I guess I’ve never seen the need for one or even been interested in someone for more than sex.
I wonder if taking sex out of the equation completely is why I want to see where things with Einstein could lead. Or maybe it has to do with it being new and exciting because he’s a guy.
My hand itches to take my phone out and message him, but I don’t. One, because Beck is not above looking over my shoulder to read shit aloud, and two, I spoke to Einstein after class and told him I’m reluctantly going out and won’t be around tonight.
He said his friend was dragging him to a party too, and again, I was tempted to ask if it was the same one and maybe we could meet up, but I held back.
If he needs an emotional connection first, meeting too soon might ensure he is never attracted to me physically.
And who knows, maybe I won’t be attracted to him in person.
It’s the kind of thing I wish I could get out of the way so I’d know before I’m in too deep, but I also don’t want to risk screwing up what we have.
I need someone I can talk to about all this shit.
Theoretically, I could talk to Jacobs and Beck about it. They went through this with each other. But at the same time, if I bring up that I might not be straight when kissing a boy in high school should’ve tipped me off, I’ll never hear the end of it. They’ll be supportive, but Beck uses any opportunity to be a smartass.
We walk to the Sigma house on Greek Row, and we’re immediately surrounded by girls who take the slutty Halloween rule to a whole new level.
One is wearing her underwear and claims to be an underwear model.
Beck and Jacobs make their quick escape, because while they’re together and they’re out to the team, word across campus is surprisingly slow at getting around.