‘But—’
‘It’s not a big deal.’ He squinted at the harsh glare off a passing car. ‘I’m heading over there anyway.’
‘That’s really nice of you,’ Calla said, sending me a look that said shut the hell up. ‘Her knee is really bothering her.’
I flushed out of embarrassment. ‘My leg isn’t bothering me that much. And I need the exercise. Walking is a good—’ I squealed as Jase hooked an arm around my waist and bent, lifting me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing more than a sack of sugar. My bag slipped off my arm, smacking the pavement. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Standing here discussing your ability to walk over to east campus in this heat makes me really impatient.’
I gripped the back of his shirt, unable to see through my hair. ‘Then leave! What the hell does that have to do with picking me up like a caveman?’
‘Because you’re not walking over there.’ He clamped his arm over the back of my thighs, dangerously close to getting hands-on with my ass. ‘That’s why.’
Calla laughed. ‘Well, that’s one way to settle the issue.’
Lifting my head, I glared at her through my hair. ‘You’re not helping.’
She smiled at me as she picked up my book bag and handed it over to Jase’s waiting hand. ‘See you later.’
‘Traitor,’ I muttered.
‘Thanks.’ Jase pivoted around, and I held on for dear life. He started walking down the road. ‘How you doing up there?’
‘How do you think?’ I snapped.
As we passed a group of students, they burst into laughter. One of the guys shouted, ‘So that’s how Jase gets his girls!’
My entire body went rigid.
He turned suddenly, causing me to squeal. Walking backward, he chuckled. ‘Some require a more hands-on approach.’
‘I’d be down for a hands-on approach,’ came a soft, feminine voice. ‘When you’re not so busy.’
I cursed.
Jase tsked as he spun. ‘Language, Tess, language.’
Holding on with one hand, I jabbed him in the kidney with my other.
‘Ouch!’
My lips split in a wide smile.
‘If my other hand was free …’
I knew exactly what he was thinking. ‘If you even consider for one second you think you can—ompf!’ I gasped at the sudden extra hop in his step. ‘You asshole.’
‘I think you do need a spanking.’
My mouth opened for a blistering response, but he’d reached his car and for some reason being spanked didn’t sound that bad. But he had to be teasing because there was no way he was going to put his hand on Cam’s little sister’s ass.
Jase dropped my bag and then opened the door. He moved his hand, and the rough calluses on his palms trailed along the back of my thighs. I shivered in spite of the heat, and mentally cursed my body’s reaction to him.
He reached up, gripping my hips. ‘You can let go of my shirt now.’
‘Oh.’ I released my grip.
His shoulders shook with a laugh, and then the front of my body slid down his. Air halted in my throat at the unexpected frisson. Awareness shimmered over certain parts of my body. My feet were on the pavement, but his hands lingered on my hips.
‘There you go,’ he said, his voice deeper than before as he dropped his hands. ‘You can climb in, right?’
Pushing the hair out of my face, I took a deep breath. ‘I’m not an invalid.’
‘I didn’t say you were.’
‘I can walk, you know, and climb into Jeeps.’
He picked up my bag, dropping it in the backseat. ‘I’m sure you can.’
When he raised an eyebrow, I realized that he was literally going to stand there until I got into the car. Sighing, I turned and climbed up. He flashed me a grin, closed the door, and then loped around the front.
He started the Jeep and warm air blasted out of the vents, stirring the hair around my face. His eyes were a clear, steely gray when they landed on me. ‘Okay. Why didn’t you want me to give you a ride?’
Seeing that all the humor had disappeared, I squirmed. ‘It’s not that I didn’t want you to give me a ride.’
‘Really?’ He reached up, unhooking his sunglasses from the visor. Sliding them up his nose, he settled back against his seat. Locks of hair fell forward, brushing the rim of the aviators.
Goodness gracious, he looked damn good in sunglasses.
Even though his eyes were shielded, there was no escaping his stare. No one looked at you like Jase Winstead did. It was like he was seeing right through me, layer by exposing layer. ‘Is it because of Saturday night? I was pretty inebriated. Shit, I don’t remember anything from the moment I stepped into your dorm.’
The back of my neck prickled. ‘Nothing?’
He shook his head. ‘So God only knows what I said and did, and I must’ve said something, because you didn’t want to get in this Jeep with me.’
Part of me wanted to punch him in the balls even though I knew beyond a doubt that he’d been drunk—drunk enough to have no recollection of telling me that I was a reason for why he’d visited Cam so much or our little interlude on the floor. It took a lot for me not to blast him over that, but what point would it serve? He’d been sloshed, and I had been the one who went out to meet him and then let him in my dorm. All this was temporary, and I couldn’t let this make an already crappy situation worse.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. ‘You didn’t do or say anything to make me mad.’
He didn’t respond for a moment. ‘But I slept on your floor and you slept on the couch?’
‘Yeah … uh, you sort of fell down and stayed there.’ I shrugged a shoulder. ‘I fell asleep on the couch.’
‘Nice.’ He coughed out a short laugh. Several seconds passed, and I considered making a mad dash out of the car. ‘We’re friends, right?’
My heart sunk in spite of my convictions on the state of him and me. ‘Yes.’
‘Correct me if I’m wrong, friends give friends rides, right?’
I nodded, knowing where this conversation was heading.
‘So what’s the big deal?’
Looking away, I blew out a long breath. Spending any amount of time in his presence didn’t help my determination to put an end to this stupid crush, but there was another reason. ‘I don’t want people thinking …’ Picking at the hem of my shorts, I shook my head. ‘There’re a lot of things I can’t do right now—dance, work out, run, or even jog at a sedate pace. I can walk. That’s about all I can do.’
I kind of felt stupid after saying that and I doubted he’d understand how hard it was for me to go from being so active to becoming a sloth. And not even the cute baby sloths.
‘Ah, here I was thinking you were secretly hoping I’d pick you up.’ He switched gears into reverse.
I laughed. ‘Sorry to disappoint you.’
‘You’d never be a disappointment.’ Looking over his shoulder as he backed up,