He slipped around our tangle of limbs, headed for the aisle. Once safely out of reach, he turned and blew mystery girl a kiss. “See you around, sweetheart.”

One of the blondes sighed, but I was too busy glaring daggers at Soren to see which one. Mystery girl planted her hand on my shoulder and tried to right herself, but her bag’s strap tangled around the chair arm.

She swore, and I tightened my grip.

“Calm down, Em.” The nickname slipped out, and I thought she might try to de-ball me. I considered letting her if it meant she kept wriggling around on my lap. Instead, I opted for the less painful option.

With one arm wrapped around her waist, I lifted her enough to grab the strap and pull it loose. She shot up the moment she was free and pushed her hair back from her red face. To my surprise, no one else paid us any attention. Her chest heaved with her ragged breathing, and I had a hard-on that could maim a small child if I stood up.

Second-thoughts rushed in as I realized I would get zero work done as long as she was sitting next to me. I could still feel her belly pressed against me and the soft skin where her shirt had ridden up a little. Then again, I only had to pass this class. No one expected the quarterback to maintain high grades. The distraction would be more than worth it.

Her eyes flicked from Soren’s empty seat to my sprawled legs. Instead of trying to squeeze past me, she propped a fist on her hip. I wanted to replace it with mine, trail my hands over her curves until I could pull her into my lap again. Those lips, damn. I could dream about those lips.

She cleared her throat, and I realized I’d missed whatever she said while I stared at her mouth. “Sorry, what?”

A corner of those lips tipped up as she raised an eyebrow. “Do you mind moving your freakishly long legs? I’m not in the mood to wrestle for my seat.”

I scooted up to give her space to move past. “You’re one to talk.”

She sank into the chair next to me, staring straight ahead, and stuffed her bag between her feet. The lack of response burned a little, but the professor chose that moment to walk into class.

He droned on for several minutes, but I quickly stopped listening in favor of leaning closer to my mystery girl. He’d only be talking about the shit in the syllabus anyway.

“I’m Derrick Asher,” I said quietly.

She sighed as if I were bothering her, but she hadn’t taken her eyes off the clock on the wall opposite us. “I know.”

“This is the part where you tell me your name.”