The next day, I can barely concentrate in class. Professor Mitchell is droning on about economic theory, but all I can think about is Zeke. The way he looked at me this morning before we left. The kiss he gave me that lingered just a second too long, promising something.
My phone buzzes.
**Zeke:** Can't stop thinking about you.
I bite my lip, glancing around to make sure no one's watching my screen.
**Me:** We literally just saw each other two hours ago.
**Zeke:** Two hours too long. What are you wearing?
**Me:** Really? We're doing this now?
**Zeke:** Just answer the question, baby.
Heat floods through me.
**Me:** That blue dress you like. The short one.
**Zeke:** f**k. Are you trying to kill me?
**Me:** Maybe.
**Zeke:** You're going to pay for that when you get home.
The pro
