Page 146 of Give In
An arm wrapped around me, but I was too pissed to let it sink in how out of place it was. “C’mon, babe,” Brooks said. “Let’s get you some coffee before class.”
Clinging to my last shred of decorum, I let Brooks lead me away.
More surprisingly, Damien let him, too.
I stayed silent, too busy with my rage to even think of an excuse for it.
Apparently one wasn’t needed because after Brooks mollified me with a massive cup of coffee topped with extra whipped, he surmised, “So… You and Caine, huh?”
“No, that’s… I… It’s this whole—”
“I knew.”
My brows shot up and my mouth dropped open. Lead filled my stomach, churning and heavy as bile rose. “What?”
He shrugged. “More like assumed.”
We were so careful.
Well, I was. Mostly.
Shit.
I wonder who else knows?
My first instinct was to deny, deny, deny, but by that point, it would be insulting to him. “How?”
He tapped the cup. “I saw a whipped cream topped iced coffee in Caine’s office. Then you had one in class. Could’ve been a coincidence, but…” He shrugged again.
God, so stupid.
Thinking about what I’d been doing when he’d seen the coffee made my cheeks burn… and not entirely from guilt and shame.
I’m the worst.
“I’m the worst,” I admitted, giving voice to the mantra in my head.
“You’re great with a secret.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, though it came out like a sob.
His smile faded as he turned me to face him. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He paused for a second before looking livid. “Is it okay? Because if you didn’t want to… I mean, if this was—”
“No!” I shook my head. “No, nothing like that.”
“If he used his authority to tell you what to do, that’s just as bad.”
Not if I’m into that kinda thing.
Patting his shoulder, I promised, “It was consensual. Stupid, but consensually stupid.”
He relaxed. “Okay, good.”
I lifted my straw to my mouth but stopped, not even trying to choke any down.
“Wow,” he said, likely trying to lighten the mood. “The impossible has happened. Eden doesn’t want coffee. Alert Guinness.”
“The beer or the world record people?”
