Free Switched: Flirt New Adult Romance by Cassie Mae

approval. Wish I could fist-bump him because I’m pretty proud of myself too.
    But there’s no way I can turn my head to look at Talon’s super-close and super-hot face. I could kiss the upturned corner of his lip and totally throw away the plan Wesley and I cooked up. And I can’t hurt Reagan like that, or make Talon so uncomfortable he’ll never want to be around me again.
    “Awww, look who’s barely getting out of bed and still looks like the most beautiful person on earth,” Talon teases. Reagan has this sort of pink blush going through her cheeks, and I don’t blame her. I’d turn into mulch if Talon spoke to me like that.
    Wesley laughs and hugs the camera, blocking Reagan from view. “Shucks, man. You have me all weepy now.”
    Reagan punches his arm and he falls to the floor, pretending she knocked him out.
    “Abuse!” he yells offscreen.
    “Get up, you big baby.” Reagan’s laughing, and Talon’s laughing, and I’m laughing and really loving Wesley right now for being the comedic relief so I don’t lose it watching the cheesy love-fest.
    “So, when is your final, babe?” Talon asks when Wesley pops back in view.
    “Two hours. Wes and I are gonna cram. Then it’s mic night!”
    Wesley leans over and says something to Reagan in her ear that makes her do this really girly giggle and shove him. Talon’s fist tightens on the desk, but other than that, he doesn’t have a response to his best friend being ultra obvious about flirting with his girl.
    “Hey, Kayla? Do you mind if I chat with Talon alone for a second?” Reagan bats her eyelashes.
    “Yes. I called you, remember?” I smile so she knows I’m joking.
    “Okay … if you want me to flash all of you, I will.”
    Gross. I throw my hands up in defeat and slide from my chair, being careful not to touch Talon in the process. “Okay, I’m out of here. But please keep the nudity to a minimum.”
    I remind myself they’re boyfriend and girlfriend—for now—and I only have to suffer for a little bit. And frankly, I’d rather not see all the cutesy stuff right in front of my face anyway.
    Wesley stands up too and walks toward what I know is the door of our dorm room. Reagan waves and I hear the door shut.
    Before I can take two steps, Talon’s warm and callused hand locks around my wrist. He pulls me down to whisper in my ear. Holy wow. I need to concentrate and not faint.
    “She’s not going to flash me. You know that, right?”
    Okay … why is he reassuring me about this?
    Apparently that unspoken question is all over my face because he answers it.
    “You looked a little worried when she said that. That’s all.” He grins.
    I take a deep breath and shrug it off, whispering back to him. “I’m used to Reagan being over the top. I’m not worried.” Well, I’m not now.
    He smiles at me again, letting go of my wrist. I instantly miss his warm touch and wish I could grab his hand and put it back on my body. But my phone rings, taking me out of my space cadet moment.
    Wesley. I shake my head and grin, walking from the room and giving those two privacy while I chat with my partner in crime.
    “Did you see that?” he asks without even waiting for me to say hi.
    “What? You being a dork? I see that every day.”
    “Oh, ha-ha. I’m talking about how I got to spend the night with her. Was Talon in your room last night? I don’t think so.”
    “Rubbing it in? That’s real mature of you.”
    “When have I ever been mature?”
    “Good point.”
    “Besides, when I succeed, so do you, right?”
    I growl because he’s right. He lets out his big bark of laughter.
    “So, what is your major plan for today? I hope it’s better than a football lesson.”
    “What’s wrong with that?”
    “Has it worked for you before?”
    I growl again.
    He barks again.
    “Do something
you’re
good at. He’ll like it.”
    Something I’m good at? “But we already planned to—”
    “Afterward. Trust me.”
    Trust him? I feel like throttling