Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
She barely seemed to notice, which probably didn't make him feel any better. I was having too much fun running my hands through her hair to worry about Lucas. But then I got an idea. I slid my fingers down the sides of her head, to her neck, and then her shoulders. Her back arched as I kneaded the tension there.
She was seated beside the arm of the couch, and as I rubbed her shoulders, I slowly eased her over until, inch by inch, until the back of her head rested against the arm of the couch. She put her feet up on the sofa cushions, her knees bent.
Lucas’s gaze lingered on her legs, his expression unreadable. He’d always been in awe of her, and not just because of her looks. When we’d first arrived at Langley, I wasn’t even sure Lucas remembered that women existed. He was still nursing a broken heart from the very messy way things had ended with his high school girlfriend. But then we’d been assigned to that study group, and after only a few sessions he had a full-blown crush on Tori. Yet he never made a move. He was smart but also dumb. Though not too dumb. I was pretty sure she was the only reason he’d reconvened our study group this year, and now look where we’d ended up—sharing a house with her. I didn’t see that one coming.
I sighed. Time to be a good buddy or wingman or whatever. I stared pointedly at her delicate little feet with the cute pink toenails, and a motion with my hands as if massaging it. Tori pouted at the loss of contact, and I plunged my hands back into her thick hair.
But Lucas had finally gotten the message. Tentatively, he brushed a finger along the top of her foot, testing her reaction. Tori wordlessly stretched her leg toward him, a silent invitation. He turned sideways to face her, clasping her foot with both hands, his thumbs running down the arch and beginning to knead.
Tori's moan filled the room, and my cock twitched at the sound. Or maybe it was just from finally being able to touch her luscious hair. It had always driven me wild. The way it moved, the way it shone in the light, how glossy and thick it was. Shit, maybe I should major in hairdressing, if that was a thing, but I'd never been enamored by anyone's hair except hers.
Tori's eyes were still closed when she stretched out her other leg, presenting it to Lucas. He worked his thumbs into her arches, his touch growing more confident. There was a look of wonder on his face, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was touching her.
Part of me knew we were in dangerous territory. Not because we’d ever hurt her or take advantage of her, but just because she was a friend. A fellow student. And there was so much more to her than just her appearance.
Guys our age weren’t always the best at remembering that, sometimes.
On the other hand, she’d been all for the idea of getting some stress relief, and between the two of us, I’d say we were doing a good job of delivering.
We might have stayed there for hours—I know I would have—if Tori’s phone hadn’t beeped.
“Oops.” She smiled, her eyes closed. “That’s a reminder to get ready for bed.” But she made no move to do so. But then a moment later, her eyes opened, and she blinked in a dazed way. Lucas straightened up, wiping the look of adoration off his face before she saw.
She smiled, stretching lazily as if reluctant to let the moment end. Then she looked up at me. “You guys are really good at this. You should open a massage parlor.”
Don’t make a joke about happy endings, I told myself firmly. And for once, my mouth listened to my brain. “Glad you liked it,” I said.
Tori gave a sad little smile at my use of the past tense, and I could’ve kicked myself. She sat up, and I steadied her, brushing stray strands away from her face. It took a lot of effort to stop stroking her hair—who knew when or if I’d get to again.
Lucas squeezed her feet and then let go. Tori hugged her knees to her chest, but it was clear that her muscles were loose and relaxed. “Next time we have a study break—a stress relief break, that is—it’s my turn to give you guys a massage.” A smile played across her lips. “Probably best we do that here, not in the library basement, though.”
“Looking forward to next time,” I said softly. And from the look on Lucas’s face, he was too.
9
TORI
What would you do if I sent you a dick pic?
I glanced at my phone screen, turned red, and then glared at Kyle, who was sitting across the table from me. We were in the quiet room at the union, and there were two girls sitting next to me, and a guy on his left side.