She turns back to me, a little more flushed than I’m comfortable with, and says, “I watched the game today. My brother played nine. Jack Man.”
“Right... yeah. It was a nice win.” I acknowledge The Dingoes' accomplishments like the classy fucker I am.
She bats her lashes at me, which only makes me think about Blesk. I glance up towards the entrance, not interested in a flirting session.
“You played really well,” she coos. “My brother wouldn’t stop talking about you. He said if Max Butcher hadn’t been on field, you guys would have won.”
“Yeah, Max is pretty aggressive.” I’m barely putting in any effort here but remember that I’m a grad-tutor and should be polite and shit. “Well, that’s a nice thing for your brother to say, so thanks, Faith. Congratulate him for me, will you?” I edge up a step. “Sorry, but excuse me, I have to meet someone. Nice seeing you.” I jog up the steps.
“Konnor!” she yells up to me.
Fuck.I roll my eyes and turn back to her with a feigned smile. “Yes, Faith?”
She twists a strand of hair around her finger. “Will you be at the party tonight? I’ll be there.”
“Maybe.” And with that, I jog up the steps and walk towards room twenty-three.
Knocking on her door and waiting, I listen intently to the shuffling of feet on the opposite side. The door swings open and Blesk fills the gap with a soft smile, looking exceptional in jeans that hug her thighs and waist, and a black tank with butterflies on it.
I sigh, taking her all in. Every time I see her, she looks even more… Just more. Extraordinary.
“Duchess,” I say, trying out that pet name again. “I hope you’re free for the rest of the day because I have some very casual things planned.”
She tilts her head. “Casual things?”
“Super casual.”
“Like…”
“An array of various activities.”
“Intriguing...” She giggles. “And worrying.”
She just giggled.Fuck, yes.
She seems better than yesterday. That’s good. I note that Blesk needs time, when I rush head on, she may need more time. I can do that. I can try. She just needed some time to absorb everything. This is good. I would be lying if I said I didn’t wish she would jump intous, face us, but I can wait. I can wait for her to be ready.Can I?
I grin at her. “So is that a ‘Yes, Konnor, I will come with you and engage in said various activities’?”
She chuckles again. Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she smiles sweetly. “Yes.”
“Careful. You may be madly in love with me by the end of this date. Keep hold of your heart.”
“Well, given your history with dates, I am not overly concerned for my heart.”
I laugh. “Fair enough.” I look her up and down. “But, ah, after, I told Jax I’d go to a party. It’s a rugby thing.” I shrug, thinking. She should come! “You should come with me.”
She hesitates. I watch her fingers find the hem of her shirt and begin to pick at it. “I don’t kn?—"
“It’ll be fun.” I grab her hand to stop her from fidgeting and ruining that cute shirt. I hold it like it’s mine to hold, and she doesn’t pull it away from me. “I should go, and I don’t want to go without you. So…”
She nods. “Okay. Did you win? Because I’d like to go to the party with a winner.” Amusement plays on her face.
“Oh.” Laughter knocks at my chest. “My apologies, Miss Bellamy. You’re going to have to go with aloser.” Grinning and shaking my head at this funny, cute, real girl, I’m again amazed by the woman Liz has become. I know I shouldn’t think about Liz, but that’s impossible.
“Drats.” Mock disappointment pouts her lips. “I can’t go then, sorry. You’ll need to find someone else.”
“Well, unfortunately, I’m going to have to insist. And pull rank on you as your tutor.”