Cinder
“So you don’t have anywhere you need to be right now? No class or seminar?” Pike asks me as he picks up a pizza slice with his hand. He ordered the kebab special.
“Oh...ummm...” I blush in my seat when I see him lick some cheese from his bottom lip. Don’t think about s*x. Don’t think about his tongue between your legs. “I-I had a class this morning, but I’m hungry, so eating this pizza breakfast for free feels more worth it.”
“And you can afford that?”
“Huh?”
“Skipping your seminar,” he smirks. “Are your grades good enough to skip that thing?”
“They are, actually. I’m top of my class,” I say, hoping not to come off as too big of a nerd. But I totally fail at it. Pike is giving me this funny smile that’s making me feel super self-conscious. Why does he have to be so pretty? Bea
