Summer Fling (Players of Marycliff University Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Jerica MacMillan
through her shirt as he ushered her out the door of the restaurant.
Lance opened Abby's door again for her to get in the car. It caught her off guard every time. She reached for the handle, when suddenly his hand was there, swooping in and pulling the door open before she could. When she looked at him he just grinned.
Lance buckled himself in and started the car. "Where do you live?"
"Vista View Estates. Do you know where it is?" Lots of Marycliff students lived there.
"The one a couple blocks from the science building?" Abby nodded. "I know where that is."
The night had cooled off more now that it was nearing midnight. Abby left her window up. The ten minute drive to her apartment passed in silence, the rumble of the engine and the tires on the asphalt the only soundtrack.
Abby stared out her window, trying to puzzle through this evening. Maybe she was just too much of a pushover. First, Megan coerced her into going to the party with her. Then after running into Lance she got pushed into going out for pie wearing his t-shirt. What she couldn't figure out was why Lance had wanted to take her out, and why he wouldn't just take her home to change first. And he kept touching her. They were all innocent touches. She doubted he even realized he was doing it, and what it was doing to her.
This is probably the weirdest night ever.
"Which building is yours?" The sound of Lance's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned to him.
"What? Oh. I'm in C5. It's down over there on the right, the bottom corner unit."
Lance pulled into a parking spot near her building. Abby got out and as she closed the door, she looked up and saw that Lance had gotten out, too.
"What are you doing?"
He looked at her like that was a dumb question. "Walking you to your door." It almost sounded like he wanted to say, "Duh," at the end of that sentence.
Abby started walking toward her door, pulling the long t-shirt out of the way so she could get to her pocket to pull out her key. Lance fell in step beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat he gave off.
She glanced at him when they reached her door. "Thanks." She started to unlock the deadbolt and stopped. "Oh, your shirt." She realized belatedly that he must be expecting her to change and give it back to him before he left. Then she remembered that she'd left her shirt on his bathroom floor. "Wait, my shirt."
He flashed her another smile. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it from you another time. Why don't you give me your phone number and we'll figure it out later." He handed her his phone so she could put her number in. She looked up at him, hesitating for a moment. Then she shrugged, typed in her number, and handed back his phone.
He smiled and tapped on the phone screen. Abby felt the phone in her back pocket buzz with an alert. "There, now you have my number, too."
"Great." Abby finished unlocking her door. With her hand on the doorknob she looked back up at Lance. "Well, thanks for the pie and . . . everything." She licked her lips and noticed Lance's gaze zero in on the movement. He was staring at her mouth. "Umm . . . it was . . . nice." He was still looking at her lips. Like maybe he wanted to kiss her or something. "Well, goodnight."
Lance finally pulled his eyes back to hers. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Goodnight. I'll text you tomorrow so we can trade shirts back." He smiled at her and took a step closer.
"Okay. Great. Talk to you later." Abby opened her door and stepped through, closing the door as quickly as she could while trying not to look like she was running away from him. But she was.
She leaned against her closed door, turning the locks. "What the hell was that?"
CHAPTER THREE
Lance was frustrated. Annoyed.
He was trying to work out his frustration in the weight room. It wasn't helping. He'd put enough weight on the bench press to set a new personal record to try to distract himself, but even that
Lance opened Abby's door again for her to get in the car. It caught her off guard every time. She reached for the handle, when suddenly his hand was there, swooping in and pulling the door open before she could. When she looked at him he just grinned.
Lance buckled himself in and started the car. "Where do you live?"
"Vista View Estates. Do you know where it is?" Lots of Marycliff students lived there.
"The one a couple blocks from the science building?" Abby nodded. "I know where that is."
The night had cooled off more now that it was nearing midnight. Abby left her window up. The ten minute drive to her apartment passed in silence, the rumble of the engine and the tires on the asphalt the only soundtrack.
Abby stared out her window, trying to puzzle through this evening. Maybe she was just too much of a pushover. First, Megan coerced her into going to the party with her. Then after running into Lance she got pushed into going out for pie wearing his t-shirt. What she couldn't figure out was why Lance had wanted to take her out, and why he wouldn't just take her home to change first. And he kept touching her. They were all innocent touches. She doubted he even realized he was doing it, and what it was doing to her.
This is probably the weirdest night ever.
"Which building is yours?" The sound of Lance's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned to him.
"What? Oh. I'm in C5. It's down over there on the right, the bottom corner unit."
Lance pulled into a parking spot near her building. Abby got out and as she closed the door, she looked up and saw that Lance had gotten out, too.
"What are you doing?"
He looked at her like that was a dumb question. "Walking you to your door." It almost sounded like he wanted to say, "Duh," at the end of that sentence.
Abby started walking toward her door, pulling the long t-shirt out of the way so she could get to her pocket to pull out her key. Lance fell in step beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat he gave off.
She glanced at him when they reached her door. "Thanks." She started to unlock the deadbolt and stopped. "Oh, your shirt." She realized belatedly that he must be expecting her to change and give it back to him before he left. Then she remembered that she'd left her shirt on his bathroom floor. "Wait, my shirt."
He flashed her another smile. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it from you another time. Why don't you give me your phone number and we'll figure it out later." He handed her his phone so she could put her number in. She looked up at him, hesitating for a moment. Then she shrugged, typed in her number, and handed back his phone.
He smiled and tapped on the phone screen. Abby felt the phone in her back pocket buzz with an alert. "There, now you have my number, too."
"Great." Abby finished unlocking her door. With her hand on the doorknob she looked back up at Lance. "Well, thanks for the pie and . . . everything." She licked her lips and noticed Lance's gaze zero in on the movement. He was staring at her mouth. "Umm . . . it was . . . nice." He was still looking at her lips. Like maybe he wanted to kiss her or something. "Well, goodnight."
Lance finally pulled his eyes back to hers. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Goodnight. I'll text you tomorrow so we can trade shirts back." He smiled at her and took a step closer.
"Okay. Great. Talk to you later." Abby opened her door and stepped through, closing the door as quickly as she could while trying not to look like she was running away from him. But she was.
She leaned against her closed door, turning the locks. "What the hell was that?"
CHAPTER THREE
Lance was frustrated. Annoyed.
He was trying to work out his frustration in the weight room. It wasn't helping. He'd put enough weight on the bench press to set a new personal record to try to distract himself, but even that
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