His gaze settles on my mouth, watching me suck the Blow Pop. The longer he stares, the warmer I get, and I suddenly have a realization.
This probably looks really…dirty to him.
I’m such an idiot.
I pull the sucker out of my mouth. “Maybe I should eat this later.”
“No, by all means, don’t stop on my account.” He props his elbow on the edge of the desk, resting his chin on his curled fist as he continues watching me. “Go ahead. Enjoy it. I know I am.”
I hold the sucker to my lips, pausing. “This looks dirty, huh?”
“Fucking filthy, Bird. I can only imagine what you would do with me if given the chance.”
My body catches fire at his words, the promise behind them. I’d probably do it all wrong—what he’s suggesting. I don’t even know if I’d want him in my mouth like that.
Or would I?
That familiar dull ache starts low in my belly and I pull the sucker deeper into my mouth, my gaze never leaving his. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard on the candy before I let go of the stick.
“Is this all practice?” he asks.
“For what?”
“You know what.”
I stare at him, pulling the sucker out of my mouth so I can say, “I never thought of it that way before. I’ve just always liked lollipops.”
His smile is slow and…sexy. “I do too. Especially when you’re sucking them.”
At least he’s not snapping and popping his gum anymore.
I decide to change the subject.
“Are you ready for the test and paper in English?”
“Sure.” He shrugs. “I figure I’ll watch the movie again and see if that sparks any ideas.”
“Have you read the book?” I finished it a few nights ago.
Crew shakes his head. “Don’t plan on it either.”
“Crew.”
He smiles. “Wren.”
“You should read it.”
He shrugs. “Bores me. The movie is way better.”
“It might not focus on the points Fig wants us to write about.”
He makes a face at my mentioning Fig. “Have you seen the movie?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Seriously? You should watch it. I think you’d like it. It’s very…pretty.”
I laugh. “What do you mean?” I pop the sucker back into my mouth, savoring the sweet cherry flavor, and the way Crew watches me while I suck on it.
“Visually, it’s stunning. And Spider-Man is in it.” When I frown, he continues, “Tobey Maguire.”
“Tom Holland is a better Spider-Man,” I automatically say around the lollipop still in my mouth, because I believe it.
Crew scowls. “Hell no. Tobey is the Spider-Man of my childhood. He’s forever Spidey.”
“How are things coming along?”
We both startle, glancing up to find Skov standing in front of our desks, watching us with an amused expression on her face.
I pull the sucker from my mouth. “Good.”
Her gaze goes from Crew’s to mine. “You two seem to be getting along.”
“She’s all right,” Crew drawls, making me glare at him.
“Uh huh. Watch it, you two. I didn’t plan on starting a romance with this pairing.” She takes off before we can say anything else.
We share a quick glance before we look away from each other, and my cheeks feel as if they’re on fire.
Are we that obvious? Do we look like a potential romance? I don’t think so. Most of the time, he drives me bonkers with the things he says and the way he acts. I can’t deny that I’m attracted to him, and I did let him touch me in a very intimate manner yesterday, but I never thought we were obvious.
“Wren.” I glance over at Crew when he says my name. “I have an idea.”
“What?” I ask.
“Come to my room tonight. We can watch The Great Gatsby together.”
I should definitely say no.
“We’ll be breaking the rules,” I tell him, sounding like the good girl that I actually am. “I can’t just hang out in your room. There’s no supervision.”
“Wren. It’s just a movie.” He blows a bubble with his gum and I can’t resist. I pop it with my index finger, the gum getting all over his handsome face. He peels it off easily and grabs my notebook, tearing out a blank piece of paper and tossing the gum into the center of it before he crumples the paper up around it, forming a ball. “Come on. Say yes.”
I suck on my lollipop, mulling over his offer. I should definitely say no. I mean, I guess there are no rules for Crew, considering he’s a Lancaster. But what if I get caught in his room? Will I get in trouble? Would they call my parents? God, I’d be mortified. My father would probably ground me for life. Demand I come home and keep me locked up in my room, forcing me to complete my classes online until senior year is over.