He tilts my chin with his finger, and I look back up into his eyes. “I spent three years as your fake boyfriend,” he says. “I’ve had practice resisting you.”
Ohhhhh. I like that answer better. I think he knows it too. Lo leans down and kisses me deeply, filling my lungs with his breath. I grab onto the back of his neck and reciprocate fully. We stay like that for at least a minute, but he retracts before we can go any further.
My eyes are glued to his pink, wet lips. My brain is only computing one thing: Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
“How did you make an A? Or think you made an A?” he asks, popping my happy thoughts.
“Huh?” Can I play dumb? It should be easier for me, considering I’m relatively average on the smart scale. Lo doesn’t buy it. He gives me a look and I crumble under his penetrating stare. “You can’t tell Rose.”
“So you are cheating.” He realizes that Rose wouldn’t care how I aced the exam unless I ventured to the dark side of academia.
“Not technically…”
His brows jump. “So what…you half-cheated? What does that even mean? You cheated on the first page but not the last?”
I hold up my hands. “Whoa, can I explain?”
“Please.”
“Sebastian gave me old exams, and I just memorized all the answers. I didn’t bring the tests to class or copy the answers on my hand. I’m just beating the system. There’s no harm in that.”
Lo takes a moment to process this, and just when I think he’s going to yell at me, he asks, “What did you make on the other exams before you did this?”
“44 and 29.” Two horrible grades that I didn’t think humanly possible. Actually, that’s a lie, I’ve made a 7 on a test before—and I think the Penn professor was just being nice about that too. I reread my exam and it sounded like a planetary alien took the test and wrote in a different language. Honestly, the professor asked me if I was dyslexic. I couldn’t really tell him the truth. I’m so exhausted from all the crazy sex I’m having that I can barely process words let alone sentences. You’re lucky I even showed up to this class, Mister.
Lo is still thinking, so I add, “I’ve been getting C’s in my other classes. Statistics is the hardest for me.”
“You’re right. It’s not really cheating,” he says. I can’t help my smile, my face filling with glee. “But…” I don’t like buts…scratch that, I remember that I do like butts with double T’s. Like my butt. His cock.
Lo waves a hand in front of my face. “Did you hear me?”
“I lost you on but.”
“Jesus, you really want anal sex,” he says with a grin. I open my mouth to ask him for it, and he quickly says, “No, love. Not right now.” Boo.
Lo continues without missing a beat, “So Sebastian gave you old exams. What did you give him?”
“Nothing,” I say with a shrug. “He said he was doing it because I’m Rose’s sister and…” I taper off, knowing this is where Lo will get pissed.
“And…” Lo prods.
“And he told me that he doesn’t like Connor and Rose together, and I think he may try to break up their relationship. Anyway…” I clear my throat. “I can’t warn her about Sebastian, or else—”
“He’ll keep the exams,” Lo finishes and then nods.
Red hot shame fills me, and this doesn’t even have anything to do with sex.
Lo says nothing more. He takes a long time to process everything internally.
My nerves gather at his silence. “I need those exams, Lo. You know I need them. What am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know,” Lo mutters. He rubs the back of his neck.
I shift uneasily. “Connor is the first real friend that we’ve ever had, and I’m standing over on Team Sebastian…unwillingly.”
“We’re going to have to think about it.” He stares hard at the floor, plotting. “For right now, let’s just keep this between us.”
“Are you sure?”
Lo meets my gaze, recognizing the flash of guilt in my eyes. He pulls me closer to his chest and runs a hand down the back of my head in comfort. “Your priority is to pass this class. Try not to think about anything else.”
“Connor—”
“He’ll be fine for now. He’s the most confident, self-assured guy in the world. He can handle Sebastian without either of us.”