like a bad boy.”
I nodded. “Yeah, he definitely has the look, but he wasn’t an arrogant asshole. Or a man whore. He was actually funny...and sweet.”
“What did you guys do?” she asked curiously. I told her everything about our night together in detail. “Wow, sounds kind of crazy and romantic at the same time. Why didn’t you just kiss him? I would’ve.”
I shrugged. Jay didn’t know anything about my experience with men. I wasn’t sure if she’d understand or if she’d judge me, and I didn’t have it in me to be judged by my only friend. I did throw her a bone though.
“I met him before. Once. Before I moved here. He was amazing then too. When I saw him last night, I couldn’t believe it. We were both shocked. That’s why we left the party together, to talk and catch up. He races. Motorcycles.” I smiled.
“Hot damn!” Jay whistled. “Pass him over to me when you’re done, will ya'?”
Her comment irritated me, and that surprised me. I had no right getting all territorial on him after we hung out twice. It wasn’t even a date. “I don’t think that will go over well with Brian, Jay.”
“Oh, hush. I’m joking, and you know it. We should go see him race though.”
“He wants me to.” Jay’s eyes lit up with excitement. “But we didn’t exchange numbers.”
Her face fell. “Why not?”
“The sun was up when I got home, and we were tired. I wasn’t even thinking about it, and I doubt he was either.”
“It looks like I’ll just have to work my magic and find out where these secret races are.” She winked.
After we’d ordered our caramel ice coffees, we were quiet the rest of the ride to campus. We got out of the car and were about to part ways when she called out to me, “What’s lover boy’s name, anyway?”
“Ryker Rosse.”
I HAD THE night off from work tonight, so I planned on studying for my microbiology midterm. That was my toughest class. I was acing the Anatomy and Physiology II course with flying colors, but microbiology was definitely harder.
When I looked to my left, I saw Jay skipping towards me with a huge smile on her face—literally skipping.
“Was school that good today?” I called over to her.
“Nope, it sucked. I’m excited about something else. Get in the car and I’ll tell you. Let’s beat this traffic out of here.” Jay always liked to be one of the first out of the parking lot. If you didn’t move fast, you’d end up waiting for at least a half an hour before you got off school property.
I jumped in the car and threw my seat belt on. I hated that Jay didn't wear hers. I swore she thought she was invincible, but I knew first hand that car accidents did not discriminate.
As soon as we pulled into the flow of traffic, I turned to Jay. “You’re killing me. Tell me what has you all psyched. I know you’re dying to spill.”
“I don’t know…I think I might like watching you squirm more,” she teased.
“So you found out where the races are then?”
“Maybe.” She shrugged.
“When is it? Where do they race? Do a lot of people know?” I said in one breath.
“Whoa, slow down there, sparky. You must really want to see this guy.”
“I’ve never had that good a time with a guy before, and he invited me to watch him race. It sounds fun.” Now it was my turn to shrug. “It might be nothing.”
“Looks as if we’ll find out…tonight…on the boulevard at eleven.”
Tonight? Even though I really wanted to see him, I didn’t think I’d see him this soon. I figured the race would be on the weekend. What if I read him all wrong last night? Maybe I should wait to see him somewhere else first, and if he invited me again, then I’d go.
Jay noticed my silence. “What’s going on in that head of yours? I thought you’d be excited.”
“What if he purposely didn’t ask for my number? What if by the end of the night he’d changed his mind? Maybe he doesn’t want me at his race, and that’s why he didn’t give me
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