Love's Back Pocket Read Online Free

jeans and her favorite shirt; it was one of the old Ace Ventura promotional T-shirts she had won when she was younger. After slipping on her flip flops, she headed into the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. As she sat on the couch, her eyes flitted over to the door and cocked a brow. Before Holly and Tanya had officially moved in together, they had come up with certain rules. One of those rules was, if one brought home a member of the opposite sex and did not wish to be disturbed, she would hang an article of clothing on the doorknob. Currently, Tanya’s door was firmly shut with a bra dangling from the knob.
     
    Subtle.
     
    Holly pressed her lips together in order to hide a smirk, but the edges of her lips curled up, and she rolled her eyes. Holly had yet to actually engage in that rule, but Tanya had done so enough for the two of them. Not to say Tanya was a slut or anything; she was just very comfortable with her sexuality. For an idle moment, Holly wondered who it was, and then assumed he had to have been from the concert last night. Again, Holly rolled her eyes and finished up her cereal before placing the bowl in the sink and heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Once everything was finished, she grabbed her bag, and after triple-checking to make sure everything that she would need for her exam was in there, she left.
     
    Luckily for Holly, the dorms were relatively close to her class, and she took a seat with fifteen minutes to spare. A few other students were racking their brain with flash cards surrounding the surface of their desks, and Holly soon joined them. Professor O’Sullivan was sitting at her desk, typing furiously away on the keyboard. She had curly blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail and bright, blue eyes. She was short and round, but she always reminded Holly of a genuine, optimistic high school cheerleader.
     
    Time flew by quickly for the young woman, and before Holly knew it, she had a scantron in front of her, a number two pencil in her left hand, and an exam on the corner of her desk. Before opening the packet, she chewed her bottom lip and tried to center herself with deep breathing. Yes, she was nervous, and she didn’t want to freak herself out. You can do this! You can do this! You can do this! 
     
    Holly was about three-quarters through her test when the classroom door was thrown open. It’s probably a janitor or a repair guy or something , Holly figured, so she kept her focus on her exam. Up until the point the guest actually spoke.
     
    “Is a Holly Dunn in here?”
     
    There was no way.
     
    “And who, may I ask is …” Professor O’Sullivan’s voice trailed off and her blue eyes went wide. She placed her hands over her mouth, but it was obvious she was excited. “Oh my God, are you Tommy Nye from The Futurists?”
     
    Holly turned to glance behind her warily, but her prayers went unanswered. Tommy Nye really was standing in the doorway of her classroom, his dark, messy hair scattered across his face and black aviators on his face. This could not be possible. She did not need this right now.
     
    However, Tommy glanced around the room as he answered, “Why yes, yes I am,” with that charming smile of his. His eyes seemed to have found Holly and his smile deepened. “Ah! Holly, there you are. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He began to head toward her and Holly felt herself blush. How was she supposed to concentrate when his presence was so distracting?
     
    “Mister Nye?” O’Sullivan said, a bit more serious, though her excited smile was still on her face. “Is there something you need? My students are trying to take an exam, you see, and it’s very important.”
     
    “Right, right, right,” Tommy replied, halting in his tracks and turning to face the professor. “You know, I think I’m supposed to be talking to you anyway. Can we go somewhere private?”
     
    “Of course,” she replied, and then looked at her