All Over You (Unforgettable You, Book 1.5) (22 page)
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Authors: Beverley Kendall
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary Romance, #new adult romance, #New Adult, #adult contemporary romance, #colleen hoover, #tammara webber, #samantha young, #collegeset romance, #abbi glines
“
There are still two weeks to register for the trip,”
mademoiselle
Dubois says. “May I ’ave a show of ’ands of those already registered?”
My hand shoots up. Maybe a little too fast. I lower it a bit and share excited grins with April.
We. Can. Not. Wait. To. Go.
It’s all we’ve talked about since we discovered the trip was being offered for bonus points toward the final grade.
Half of the students around me have their hands up. I curse that part of me that’s wondering if Zach’s going. I really hope he’s not. He’s a headache I can do without.
The professor then asks for a show of hands of the students who still intend to register. A smattering of hands shoot up. But I can tell by the crestfallen expression on Blue-Spanx girl in front of me that Zach’s isn’t one of them. Or at least I don’t think he is.
April saves me the embarrassment of looking to find out for myself and the guilt that would have plagued me if I’d given in. Leaning over, she whispers, “Crap, your high-school hottie isn’t going.”
My high-school hottie?
As if. I stifle a snort and roll my eyes.
Honestly, I’m relieved he’s not going. But a part of me can’t help the feeling of disappointment that contradicts it. I’m completely hopeless and pathetic. I’m beginning to make myself sick.
By the time class is over, I’m so ready to get out of here it’s not even funny. First day, no assignments or homework. A small reprieve that won’t happen again,
mademoiselle
Dubois warns us with a laugh.
I’m done for the day but April is still looking at two more classes. Here’s where being a morning person pays off. As we head out, one of the guys in the back row heads us off near the door. He’s hot and he knows it and his primary interest is April. But as he’s talking to her, he gives me the odd surreptitious glance. I know what he’s thinking, that if he strikes out with April I’d be the lucky runner-up. Not going to happen. I hope my polite smile contains enough frost to clearly indicate my disinterest.
As I’m standing there with my purse slung over my shoulder, books in hand, resisting the urge to tap my feet as I wait for April to finish up with
monsieur
Suave, I’m surprised to see Zach still sitting reclined at his desk, his long legs stretched straight out in front of him. But even more surprising is that while most of the guys passing us on their way out have their eyes riveted on my best friend, Zach’s are unmistakably and unwaveringly on me.
UPCOMING
ALWAYS BEEN YOU
April & Troy’s Story
Book 2 in the
Unforgettable You Series
Coming Fall/Winter 2013
The best way to ruin a perfectly wonderful friendship?
Have sex with your BFF.
Prologue
The night that changed everything
A
PRIL
I’m probably a little tipsy but Troy
must
be drunk.
He doesn’t look drunk. But then he’s one of those sober-looking drunks. You know the type, the ones whose heavy-lidded eyes and panty-dampening smile may be the only things that hint at his true condition.
But you want to know the real reason I know he’s drunk?
Well, I’ve known Troy for over seventeen years—so since we were toddlers. Our mothers are best friends, which should tell you how close our families are. We’ve shared hugs and kisses as well as—but not limited to—a red roadster and a pink-canopied princess bed when our thoughts were as innocent as the children we were. And much to the consternation of our prom dates, we shared a dance that night too.
In a nutshell, Troy is the best friend I’ve ever had, and probably the best one I’ll ever have. We’ve seen each other at our worst, and stood by each other through the good and bad times.
Snort.
Yeah, we’re a regular Hallmark card.
However, never in all the years that I’ve known him, has he ever attempted anything as overtly sexual with me as squeezing my ass.
If one judged by the tremors of pleasure coursing up, down and between my quivering thighs, his hand is doing a
fine
job of it now.
And it’s about damn time.
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