“I’m dead. Just leave me here to rot.” I’d thrown myself on the couch as soon as I’d walked in the door, and going any farther seemed like too much effort. It was only early afternoon, but I was ready for the day to be over.
Maybe the entire week.
I heard Jeremy come out of the bedroom, but looking at him would involve moving, so I wiggled a foot in his direction. I could hear the grin in his voice, and I felt his hands start removing my shoes. “I thought you said you wanted to go out and party tonight. Didn’t I hear something about celebrating your freshman year being over and wanting to do something crazy?”
“No. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Whoever was saying something insane like that clearly didn’t remember how exhausting finals are. Someone should stop him from saying stupid shit next time.” It wouldn’t have been that bad if they’d been spaced out, but somehow I’d managed to have five finals in two days. Plus the ones I’d already had the week before.
I didn’t remember fall exams being this bad.
I was starting to rethink summer classes. Maybe signing up for them hadn’t been such a good idea. It’d just made the most sense when I’d started planning out required courses and figuring out the best way to use my scholarship.
“Save him from himself or give him something else to occupy his mouth?” The tone of Jeremy’s voice sent a shiver down my spine.
“Both.” Definitely both.
His strong hands started massaging up my legs, ripping a moan from my chest. “Damn, that feels so…yes…right there.”
Jeremy’s hands slid up under my shorts, and his thumbs started massaging the bottom of my ass right where it met my thigh. Shit…that was…
“So if I said Bryan and Maddox were coming over later and buying pizza that would be better than going out?”
“I wouldn’t have to move? That sounds perfect.”
His low laugh made me want to curl into him. “We’re not sitting on you, so eventually you do have to move. You can take a nap now if you want to.”
“Why aren’t you as exhausted as I am?” He was annoyingly cheerful—and awake.
“Because I got more sleep than you did, and my exams were more spread out.”
“Stupid upperclassman privilege or something.” My face was mashed into the cushions, so the words came out garbled, but he got the gist of it.
“You took too many classes this semester.” There was an “I told you so” tone to his voice. “Are you going to listen next time?”
Yup, there it was.
“Probably not.” No point in making a promise we both knew I wouldn’t keep.
“It didn’t seem like that many when I was going to class.” It wasn’t like I had a job or anything. Getting through the waste-of-time classes sounded like a good plan. Especially when we didn’t need me to work.
“Then you can’t complain when you have more finals than I do.” His voice was teasing but his hands kept kneading at the stiff muscles in my legs, so I ignored the last part.
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