“He helped me with finals, and I helped him snag the girl. She fell in love with his computer programming ass, and the rest is history.”
I burst out into laughter. “Oh my God.”
“It was better than paying for tutoring.”
I smack him on the chest, and he pulls me closer. “You are so wrong for that.”
“So whatcha say, princess? Am I having you for breakfast?” Travis asks, with an eyebrow tilted up.
I need to be studying, but Iamahead at the moment…
Fuck it!
Moments like this will be few and far between, and I don’t want to take another one for granted. I nod before kissing him.
“Bon appétite,” I whisper across his lips.
Somehow we fall asleep on the couch, and hours later, Travis is patting my arm for me to move. He grabs my hand and leads me to the master bedroom. I fold the blankets down from the king-sized bed, and we climb under the sheets. It’s the first time we’ve slept in the same bed together without a care in the world. I roll over, and Travis holds me tight, as if I’m water that will slip between his fingers. But that won’t happen because nothing in my life has ever felt so right.
Not caring about school or Boston or anything, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter 11
Travis
It’s been three weeks since I snuck Viola up to the house on the bay, and even though we find every chance to be together, it was one of those moments I’ll never forget.
I hate that we’re keeping it a secret from Drew, but a part of me worries things will change between us once he knows. There’s no saying how he’ll react for sure, but I can’t imagine it’ll be good.
However, now that I have a rental car and I’ve returned to work, it’s a little easier to avoid Drew and meet up with Viola on nights he’s home. She still comes over on Wednesdays, and I still find ways to taste her when he’s not looking.
My phone dings with an incoming text message as I walk into work, and I smile as I read Viola’s name across the screen.
Viola: My financial marketing professor just announced an additional extra-credit project to be added to our finals! OMG, he’s trying to kill me because I’m a sucker for extra credit!
Travis: But marketing is your thing, babe! You’ve got this!
I answer her text, trying to encourage her and brighten her mood. She’s been an absolute mess the last couple of weeks as graduation approaches. I know she’s a genius, acing all her classes, and is already a shoo-in for the apprenticeship this summer, but I know freak-out mode is inevitable until she walks across that stage toward her diploma.
Viola: Since when did you trade in your suit and tie for a pair of pom-poms?
I smile at her smartass response—exhausted, stressed, and still able to run her filthy mouth.
Travis: I’ll role-play for you any day, princess. As long as you’re the one with the pom-poms...and only the pom-poms.
As soon as I walk into my office, she sends another message.
Viola: Cheerleader fantasy? Really?
Travis: Does that really surprise you?
I set my briefcase down and sit behind my desk. I’ve only been back a week, and I already have a huge project. Alyssa has been glued to Blake, so that’s a relief.
Viola: Actually, no. Just know that my fantasy consists of cloaks, wands, and nerdy glasses. Oh, and you must speak in an English accent.
Travis: Hmm, that’s very descriptive...like you’ve been thinking on that for a while…
Viola: A Potterhead never tells…
