He answers on the second ring. “Did you get it?” he whispers.
It’s clear he’s already in the lecture room, judging by the loud chatter of students on the other end.
“No,” I say cheerfully.
“Then why do you sound so happy?”
“Because you’re talking to the new features editor of theDriscoll Wolf Weekly!” I squeal.
A quiet laugh comes from the other end. “You making me deaf was completely worth it to hear that reaction from you.” I jump around out of excitement. “Congratulations, Princess, you got the position you wanted over editor in chief.”
“I didn’t think it was available, and thanks. I’m meeting up with the guys at Roxy’s to tell them the good news. I know your lecture’s about to start, so I won’t text you until later tonight.” There are puffs of cold air as I speak each word. Shit, it’s getting cold out here.
The sound of fingers on a keyboard comes from his end, letting me know that he’s logging into his portal to gain access and bring the projector down. “Why don’t I pick you up from Roxy’s?”
I stop mid-sip. “Isn’t that a little too public?”
“Not if I park behind the bookstore down the block that’s already closed.”
His tone is filled with amusement and a touch of seductiveness.
“Are you going to take me to another lake, Professor?”
He lowers his voice. “I was thinking we could skip the lake part and I’d gag you, then cover your nipples in whipped cream?—”
“You had me at nipples.”
He laughs, and I groan at the fact that I’ve only been able to see him once this week because of our hectic schedules. We had a cute little date at his house. He made me pasta from scratch with a spicy tomato lobster sauce that I currently can’t remember the name of. Grayson told me he didn’t cook much when he was working in his restaurants. With the hours being so hectic, he relied on cereal, granola bars, and precooked meals. Now that he has more time, he’s decided to cook Italian food regularly, knowing it’s my favorite cuisine, even if it’s basic. He even made chocolate-covered strawberries, bought champagne, and after some mind-blowing sex, we watched a movie and fell asleep like any other normal couple. The odd thing is, it didn’t feel odd at all—like that’s what we should’ve been doing all along.
“I’ll pick you up at nine, then?”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Grayson hangs up, and I squeal once again at how amazing the past week and a half has been and will continue to be. Tomorrow, my article is being printed, and my gut tells me it’s going to do great.
“I didn’t wanta huge scoop of ice cream on top of my milkshake!” I yell at Jake.
“They changed the look of their milkshakes, Em,” Levi sighs.
“Since when?” I slam my hands down.
“I heard that they started putting a ton of toppings on them about two weeks ago,” Kami responds.
I frown at my glass that has two giant straws sticking out and a big ball of vanilla ice cream on top of a strawberry milkshake with sprinkles all around the rim, which appears to be covered in white chocolate. I’m not sure, but whatever this contraption is, it’s not what I signed up for.
Groaning, I pick up a spoon, trying to stop the ice cream that’s starting to melt from dripping over the glass. I wasn’t very hungry, so I only ordered a milkshake and fries, while the group ordered burgers and sandwiches.
“Think of it as you celebrating your new position. You’re getting something extra special,” Levi says, waggling his eyebrows. “Makes it sound better, right?”
Pouting, I slowly shake my head.
“Why don’t you just order a new one?” Jake asks.
“Because then they’ll throw it out, and I hate wasting food.”
Kami shrugs. “Then we’ll pay for two?—”