That elicits another wide, beautiful smile from him. “Okay, great.”

“I should get to class.” Getting to my feet, I walk toward the door, when he speaks, stopping me in my tracks.

“Hey, wait a sec.” He comes over to me, stopping when he’s several inches from me. Too damn close. “Here, enter your number so I can text you the details.”

I take his phone and plug my number in, feigning a confidence I don’t feel. My gaze locks on his when I hand it back. His fingers brush mine as he takes it, an electric current flowing from him into me, and if the way his eyes darken as he watches me is any indication, he felt it too.

“Have a nice day, Cash.” His voice is low, gravelly, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“Yeah, you too, Stone.”

Once I’m out of the office and outside, I take a deep breath and pull out my phone. I shoot Kylie a text before shoving my phone into my pocket and heading to my classroom.

Me: So, uh. Stone invited us to a biker party Saturday.

Me: I said yes.

Fuck me. This isn’t going to end well.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Cash DeMarco

“This is cute, Cash!”

“Thanks. It’s not bad for me never seeing it before I moved in.”

Kylie just flew in and we’re getting back from the airport now. It’s late, almost ten at night. Her flight got delayed from Dallas to here; she was supposed to be here two hours ago.

“Want anything to drink?” I ask her, walking into the kitchen.

“Sure. Are we drinking… or do you mean like water?” She laughs.

I can’t help the smile that pulls on my face. It’s fucking good having her here. “You tell me, Ky.”

“Hmm. Let’s drink so you can tell me all about Dean Hottie.”

I throw my head back, laughing, before grabbing the vodka from the freezer and two shot glasses. “There isn’t much to tell, Ky.”

“Bullshit. You sent that vague text yesterday about a party this weekend and then refused to answer any of my questions.”

“Fine,” I grumble, shoving a full shot glass toward her. “But I need to be less sober for this. Cheers!”

I toss the berry flavored vodka back, wincing slightly at the burning warmth that trails from my throat all the way down to my stomach. Immediately after, I pour us another round, shoving hers across the counter before throwing another back.

“Ask away.” I pour us each a third shot for good measure, before twisting the cap back on.

“Okay so… Saturday. We’re going to a biker party with him?”

“Not with him, but he invited us, yes. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”