Page 88 of Jain

“What time? I’ll come with you. No arguments Jain, you’re not dealing with him alone.”

She frowned then, sitting up and tugging her clothes back on.

“I am Evan. This isn’t to do with you. This is him, pissed with me because I’ve betrayed him. He deserves to have the conversation with me—without our relationship being paraded around under his nose,” she said, and it was then that I knew this could potentially be our first real fight.

“Jain—”

“Turn the teacher tone off. I’m not your student anymore,” she smirked, causing me to arch a brow in her direction.

“Don’t interrupt,” I sighed when she came up to me, resting her forehead against mine and closing her eyes.

“What are you worried about? He’s never hurt me. He isn’t going to kidnap me and force me to marry him. He hates me.” She bit her lip as I felt a rush of love for her.

“I’ll be close by. Final offer.”

She sighed before pouting at me.

“Fine. But you have to shower with me first.”

I watched as she stood up, slowly peeling her clothes back off, and walking over to my bathroom. Unbelievably I was hard, and it was all to do with the way she looked at me over her shoulder, the wordless command forcing me to stand up and follow her naked form into the bathroom.

It made us late, but I didn’t care.

I’d waited long enough for her.

Jain

Isearched the coffee shop for Julian breathlessly, pushing my hair out of my eyes with frustration. It was busy with lazy Sunday friends and couples, not a spare table in sight.

No sign of Julian.

I turned around, ready to go and wait for him outside, when I came face to face with those familiar blue eyes.

“Oh!” I cried out in surprise as Julian’s annoyed gaze locked onto me. He looked good—better than I’d expected him to.

“Didn’t you get a table?” His eyes flashed at me with irritation, and I shook my head.

“No, I’ve only just got here.”

“Too busy?” Julian snapped, barely keeping his voice low.

“Julian, please.”

A table to our immediate right became free, and he made a move for it.

“What would you like?” I asked faintly, joining theever-growing queue of people that had now reached the door.

“Forgotten already?”

He was horrifically difficult, but I had expected as much. I chose to ignore him. Instead, I studied the board that hung over the barista bar, despite knowing what I wanted. I could feel Julian’s eyes on me as I neared the front, and when I finally made it back to the table, he spoke sharply.

“Have you come to your senses yet?”

I placed the drinks down, slowing my movements, caught totally off guard.

“I don’t follow,” I said carefully, pushing his black coffee towards him.

His eyes narrowed as he blew on it, refusing to thank me.