Wait for You. J. Lynn

close to a sorority name.’

      ‘Whatever.’

      ‘It’s not a competition, because it’s not like that between us.’ Slowly, surely, I looked over my shoulder. The trio had stopped by the couches. Cam was paying attention to whatever the two girls were saying to him. One of the girls, the blonde, had her hand on his chest and was moving it in tiny circles. My eyes narrowed. Was she giving him a breast exam? I turned back to Jacob.

      He raised his brows.

      ‘They can have him,’ I said, throwing three Skittles in my mouth.

      ‘I don’t get you two,’ Brit said, closing her book. Study time was over. ‘You guys see each other practically every day, right?’

      I nodded.

      ‘He comes over every Sunday and makes you breakfast, right?’ she added.

      Jacob flipped me off. ‘I hate you for that.’

      ‘Yeah, he does, but it’s not like that.’ Thank God I’d never told them about him asking me out because I’d never hear the end of it then. ‘Look, we’re friends. That’s all.’

      ‘Are you gay?’ Jacob demanded.

      ‘What?’

      ‘Look, I’m the last person to judge your sexual preference. I mean, come on.’ He jerked his thumbs back at himself. ‘So are you gay?’

      ‘No,’ I said. ‘I’m not gay.’

      ‘I’m not either, but I’d go gay for you.’ Brit smiled.

      ‘Thanks.’ I giggled. ‘I’d go gay for you too.’

      ‘How cute,’ Jacob said. ‘Not the point. That fine motherfucking specimen of a man is all up in you—oh my God, he’s ditched the ra-ras and is coming over.’

      My stomach knotted and I prayed to God, Shiva, and Zeus that Jacob didn’t say anything that would make me want to kill him later.

      ‘Damn,’ Jacob said, shaking his head. ‘He makes jeans look like they were molded to fit his—hey, Cameron! How’s it going?’

      I closed my eyes.

      ‘Hey, Jacob. Brittany.’ Cam dropped into the seat beside me and nudged my arm. ‘Avery.’

      ‘Hey,’ I murmured, acutely aware of Jacob and Brittany staring at us. I closed my text and shoved it in my bag. ‘What are you up to?’

      ‘Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem,’ he replied.

      ‘That so reminds me of Harry Potter,’ Brit said, sighing. ‘I need a reread.’

      We all turned to her.

      Two bright spots appeared in her cheeks as she tossed her blond hair back. ‘What? I’m not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.’

      ‘That guy over there reminds me of Snape,’ Cam said, jerking his chin to the table behind us. ‘So I understand.’

      The guy with the jet-black hair did kind of look like Snape.

      ‘Anyway, what are you guys doing?’ Cam shifted and his leg rested against mine. I swallowed. ‘Playing with M&Ms and Skittles?’

      ‘Yes, that, and we’re studying for our history midterm next week. We have to map out Europe,’ Jacob explained.

      ‘Ouch.’ Cam knocked me with his leg.

      I knocked his leg back.

      ‘But Avery, wonderful Avery …’ Jacob glanced at me, his grin spreading, and my eyes were narrowing. ‘She’s been helping us study.’

      ‘That she has,’ Brit said.

      Cam sent me a sidelong glance, and I scooted away from him.

      Popping his chin on his hand, Jacob smiled at Cam. ‘Before we started studying, I was telling Avery that she should wear the color green more often. It makes her sexy with that hair of hers.’

      My mouth dropped open. He had so not even said that about the stupid cardigan I was wearing.

      ‘Do you like the color green on her, Cam?’ Brit asked.

      Oh my God.

      Cam turned to me, his blue eyes as deep as the waters off the coast of Texas. ‘The color looks great on her, but she looks beautiful every day.’

      Heat crept across my cheeks as I let out a low breath.

      ‘Beautiful?’ Brit repeated.

      ‘Beautiful,’ Cam repeated, reclaiming what little distance I’d managed to put between us. He nudged my knee again. ‘So did you guys learn anything from studying?’

      I let out the breath. ‘I think we got it.’

      ‘Because of you.’ Jacob glanced at Brit, and my stomach dropped. ‘Avery came up with this song to help me remember where the countries were.’

      Oh no.

      ‘Sing him your song.’ Brit elbowed me so hard that I bounced off Cam and ricocheted back.

      Interest sparked in Cam’s eyes. ‘What song?’

      ‘I am not singing that song again.’

      Jacob beamed up at Cam. ‘It’s the Croatia song.’

      I shot him a death glare.