Drew
“GET THOSE LEGS up, Caldwell!” I chided Sara over my shoulder.
“Seriously?”
I cracked up at her breathless and frustrated reply.
“You said you were a runner.” I turned around and jogged backward as she ran toward me. “Gotta say, not so sure now that I’ve seen you in action.” I arched an eyebrow and could’ve sworn I’d heard a growl erupt from her throat. Wisps from her ponytail licked her damp cheeks as she glared at me.
“I said . . . I liked to run . . .” Her words were stilted as she tried to catch her breath and tell me off at the same time. “I didn’t say anything about being a track star . . . jerk.”
A laugh rumbled from my chest after she whispered the last word. This was the second time this week I dragged her to the running track on campus. She struggled to keep up last time but refused to admit it. For a second, I thought she would collapse and I’d have to carry her back to her dorm, not that I would’ve minded—at all. When I asked if she wanted to slow it down next time, she answered with a scowl of death. It was fucking adorable.
The running track used to be my solitude in the early morning hours and a place to clear my head. I gladly traded that peace for breaking Sara’s chops.
“Hey, we have two more laps left!” I yelled as she jogged off the track.
“I need a break. I should’ve known you were a fitness freak.” She craned her head and glowered at me before plopping onto a bench.
“Should’ve known how?” I sat beside Sara and nudged her ribs with my elbow.
Her eyes rolled before she unzipped her hoodie. “Look at you. There isn’t an ounce of fat anywhere. You’re probably here every morning. I told you I was a weekend runner. I’d get a few laps in during Victoria’s dance class on a Saturday. I don’t have your endurance, Drew.”
My mouth slanted into a smirk. “So, you’re saying I’m hot?”
She groaned before massaging the back of her neck. “I’m saying it’s obvious that I’m not on your level. Next time, I’ll go at my own pace and you go at yours.”
Sara stood and unzipped her sweatshirt, chasing the teasing smile right off my face. Her body was curvy yet lean, the tight pink tank accentuating every inch of her perfect silhouette. Full breasts and a tiny waist poured into delicious tight thighs and . . . don’t get me started on her ass. She had no clue how sexy she really was, which only made her even more irresistible. I wished she could see what I saw. What everyone saw. Eyes followed Sara everywhere and she was too deep into her own head to notice.
“Drew?” She snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Are you okay? You just spaced out for a minute.”
I spaced out checking you out. I controlled myself around Sara for the most part, but I’d lapse from time to time. If she noticed, she didn’t call me on it. She trusted me as a friend, and I wouldn’t fuck up the only piece of her she allowed me to have.
“I’m here, you were saying?” I straightened and brought my eyes to hers, no matter how tempted they were to drop lower.
“I don’t have to come next time. I’m holding you back.” She stood from the bench and I grabbed her wrist to pull her back.
“You are not. It’s fun having you here, huffing and puffing behind me.”
She slapped my arm. “Not the best coach, are you?”
“Hey, Kostas!” A voice called out behind us. “Still coming here at the butt crack of dawn?” Chase ambled over to us. He was a grad student, too, but I only knew him through a friend of mine. “And you’ve got a pretty running partner now.”
I didn’t like or dislike him, but his presence now made me bristle with irritation. I suspected it had something to do with how he brazenly eye fucked Sara as she leaned back on the bench.
“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Chase. Nice to meet you.” He extended a hand to Sara with a huge, shit-eating grin. I gripped the edge of the metal bench to fight the urge to ball my hands into fists and pummel them right in his face.
“Sara.” She gripped his hand, and he didn’t let go as easily as he should have, or at least as easily as I thought he should have. He settled next to her, again too close for my comfort, and blood boiled in my veins. He was always on the creepy side, but I never wanted to kick the shit out of him for it before.
“Are you one of Drew’s friends?” She squinted as she looked between us.
“We were in a few classes last year.” I shrugged before standing. “And we were just on our way to breakfast, so if you’ll excuse us.” I grabbed her hand and yanked her off the bench harder than I’d meant to. Something inside me snapped and needed to get her away from this asshole as soon as possible.
Maybe I didn’t accept being just friends with Sara as much as I let on. Maybe I hated that I had no claim or right to tell Chase or guys like him who approached her to back off. Maybe I wanted her to be mine—now. Not maybe at some unsure point in the unforeseeable future.
“Are you all right?” Sara stilled and yanked back.
“Fine,” I clipped, still irritated as fuck, and doing a shit job of hiding it. Her brows pinched in confusion, and I didn’t blame her. Sometimes, I wondered what the hell was wrong with me, too.
We were supposed to be only friends, but I hadn’t so much as glanced in another woman’s direction since Sara stumbled into the lab that night. I’d go to the bar with the guys and the girls either wouldn’t be pretty enough or smart enough or something else enough. The problem, or my problem was, they weren’t Sara enough.
Silence fell over us as we made our way to the diner on campus. It was only when I reached for the door that I realized I still held her hand in mine. I’d never dropped it, and she never pulled away. Now I was even more pissed at myself for wanting to make that simple gesture mean something between us.
The waitress brought our menus over right after we were seated. The usual playfulness between us wasn’t there. The air that surrounded us was thick and uncomfortable. Shaking off what happened with Chase was harder than it should’ve been. He only shook her hand . . . and leered at her. I raked my hand through my hair as the thought pissed me off all over again. What would I do if a guy tried more than that? I’d end up in jail if I didn’t reel myself in.
“Why do you waste your time, Drew?” Sara’s voice was small.
I lifted my head to meet her pained stare. Her chocolate brown eyes bore into mine, half questioning, half exposed. I’d never seen her this vulnerable before.
“Waste my time?”
“You could spend time with anyone. Be with anyone . . . without issues and a ton of baggage. Someone your age. Someone who could keep up with you.” She put her head down and laughed.
“But that someone wouldn’t be you.” Her eyes brightened right before they squeezed shut. I still wouldn’t push, but I was done lying to myself or her.
“Drew, you’re a good guy. I’m holding you back, I can tell. I love hanging out with you, but I can’t ask you—”’
“You never asked me to do anything. I love hanging out with you, too. I don’t know who convinced you that you were some kind of unwanted burden, but you’re not. Never. So, you’re not blowing me off, Caldwell. Nice try.” I let my lips curve up, hoping to draw out a smile.
“You wanted to punch Chase, didn’t you?” The corners of her mouth twitched.
“Maybe.” I shrugged, pretending to peruse the menu I’d seen a hundred times.
She let out a heavy sigh as she opened the menu. “You’re a foolish man, Kostas.”
Maybe I was a fool, but she was worth it. Sooner or later, I’d get her to believe that.