Blissful Valentine: A Novella Read Online Free Page B
Author: Amy L. Gale
holds out his hand.
I giggle and slide my hand into his, trying to suppress the smile frozen onto my face. I tilt my head and lower my eyebrows. “And where do these rules come from?”
He cracks a half-smile. “Secrets of the Brotherhood.” He winks.
We proceed up the driveway, hand in hand, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow. My heels stomp against the concrete steps, knocking off the excess snow. We walk to the edge of my door adorned with the winter wreath Lexie and I made last week.
He turns toward me and rubs his thumb along my fingers. My body trembles despite a wave of heat passing through it. I take a deep breath, trying to control my pounding heart. He lifts my hand up to his mouth and places a soft kiss above my knuckles.
“See you on campus, wingman.” He drops my hand and takes a step back. “We’re gonna turn this town upside down.” He waggles his eyebrows and hops down the steps.
I let out the deep breath I didn’t even know I was holding, and lean against the railing. My weak knees are barely able to hold me up.
Dean looks back over his shoulder and nods his head right before he turns the corner. I dig in my pocket for my keys, jingling them until I untangle the house key from the rest. I slide the key into the lock and step inside, quietly pushing the door shut. I close my eyes and lean my back against the door, an ear to ear smile plastered on my face. My heart flutters.
“Whoa, must’ve been some breakfast,” Lexie says with rolling eyes, digging her spoon in a bowl of cereal and shoveling a huge bite into her mouth.
I shake my head and compose myself. Guess she wants to know what went down last night . My muscles relax and all the energy surging through my body dissipates.
She points her spoon at me as she crunches a mouthful of cereal. “I want details.”
I toss my keys on the counter and slide off my boots. “I promise, lots of gory details. But first I need a shower.”
“Hmm, gore and you need a shower. Can’t wait to hear this.” Lexie chuckles, sipping her juice.
I shuffle through the kitchen and head to the bathroom. Like any shower can invigorate me more that Dean just did. I turn on the water and breathe in the steam. I close my eyes and step into the shower, reliving the highlight of last night in a few seconds. So, I guess I’ve found myself a wingman that I didn’t even now I wanted. Or did I sign up for something more?
CHAPTER 3—TUTOR
My eyes peruse the thick red letters stained on the top of the page like blood left over from a slaughter. I lower my head and sigh. Dammit, a 72. First physics test of the semester and I’m already a C student. I’ve got to nip this in the bud before it threatens my scholarship. I pop a mint in my mouth, trying to suppress the sudden onset of nausea overcoming my body. Dr. Jenners starts his lecture, reiterating the importance of the laws of movement.
I nibble at my fingernails and wait for everyone in the class to gather their belongings and head out of the mammoth room. Dr. Jenners leafs through a folder as the chaos calms to chatter. At least he’s easy on the eyes. Dark brown hair tinged with a few lighter strands, and an athletic body. Not what you’d expect a physics professor to look like. If his willingness to help students is as good as his looks I might have a shot of passing this class.
I shove my folders and notebooks into my backpack and slide out of my seat. Clutching the strap of my pink backpack with clammy hands, I approach him.
He looks up from his folder and tosses it on his desk. “What can I do for you?” He folds his arms across his chest, accentuating an array of muscles.
A bead of sweat forms along my hairline. “I had a little trouble with my first test. I’ve got this scholarship and I need a 3.5 GPA to keep it. Is there any way I can bring my grade up? Maybe extra credit or something?”
He nods and rummages through some sheets of paper scattered across his desk. “There’s
I giggle and slide my hand into his, trying to suppress the smile frozen onto my face. I tilt my head and lower my eyebrows. “And where do these rules come from?”
He cracks a half-smile. “Secrets of the Brotherhood.” He winks.
We proceed up the driveway, hand in hand, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow. My heels stomp against the concrete steps, knocking off the excess snow. We walk to the edge of my door adorned with the winter wreath Lexie and I made last week.
He turns toward me and rubs his thumb along my fingers. My body trembles despite a wave of heat passing through it. I take a deep breath, trying to control my pounding heart. He lifts my hand up to his mouth and places a soft kiss above my knuckles.
“See you on campus, wingman.” He drops my hand and takes a step back. “We’re gonna turn this town upside down.” He waggles his eyebrows and hops down the steps.
I let out the deep breath I didn’t even know I was holding, and lean against the railing. My weak knees are barely able to hold me up.
Dean looks back over his shoulder and nods his head right before he turns the corner. I dig in my pocket for my keys, jingling them until I untangle the house key from the rest. I slide the key into the lock and step inside, quietly pushing the door shut. I close my eyes and lean my back against the door, an ear to ear smile plastered on my face. My heart flutters.
“Whoa, must’ve been some breakfast,” Lexie says with rolling eyes, digging her spoon in a bowl of cereal and shoveling a huge bite into her mouth.
I shake my head and compose myself. Guess she wants to know what went down last night . My muscles relax and all the energy surging through my body dissipates.
She points her spoon at me as she crunches a mouthful of cereal. “I want details.”
I toss my keys on the counter and slide off my boots. “I promise, lots of gory details. But first I need a shower.”
“Hmm, gore and you need a shower. Can’t wait to hear this.” Lexie chuckles, sipping her juice.
I shuffle through the kitchen and head to the bathroom. Like any shower can invigorate me more that Dean just did. I turn on the water and breathe in the steam. I close my eyes and step into the shower, reliving the highlight of last night in a few seconds. So, I guess I’ve found myself a wingman that I didn’t even now I wanted. Or did I sign up for something more?
CHAPTER 3—TUTOR
My eyes peruse the thick red letters stained on the top of the page like blood left over from a slaughter. I lower my head and sigh. Dammit, a 72. First physics test of the semester and I’m already a C student. I’ve got to nip this in the bud before it threatens my scholarship. I pop a mint in my mouth, trying to suppress the sudden onset of nausea overcoming my body. Dr. Jenners starts his lecture, reiterating the importance of the laws of movement.
I nibble at my fingernails and wait for everyone in the class to gather their belongings and head out of the mammoth room. Dr. Jenners leafs through a folder as the chaos calms to chatter. At least he’s easy on the eyes. Dark brown hair tinged with a few lighter strands, and an athletic body. Not what you’d expect a physics professor to look like. If his willingness to help students is as good as his looks I might have a shot of passing this class.
I shove my folders and notebooks into my backpack and slide out of my seat. Clutching the strap of my pink backpack with clammy hands, I approach him.
He looks up from his folder and tosses it on his desk. “What can I do for you?” He folds his arms across his chest, accentuating an array of muscles.
A bead of sweat forms along my hairline. “I had a little trouble with my first test. I’ve got this scholarship and I need a 3.5 GPA to keep it. Is there any way I can bring my grade up? Maybe extra credit or something?”
He nods and rummages through some sheets of paper scattered across his desk. “There’s
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