He looks up at the ceiling as if looking for the right words to explain, but I know he won’t find anything there. “Babe, you know I hated it when you didn’t come to my shows.” His eyes bore into mine. You were caught up in your classes and law school applications, and I was lonely. “It was one time, Sugar, one time, and I was trashed. He holds both hands up to accentuate his words. He darts a look at Taylor and then Poppy. “Is she the one you were with that night?” I didn’t see her face, just long legs and a dress. I tilt my head at the girl at the nearby table who’s eyeing us with interest over the top of a drink menu.

“Jump off a cliff,” Poppy says under her breath. “I’m not a monk, and if you won’t even talk to me…what else am I supposed to do? She doesn’t mean anything to me, babe.” He leans in, his gaze completely on me, as if Poppy and Taylor aren’t even here. He pursued me for three months our sophomore year before I finally gave in and went out with him.

His tenacity is one of the things I love-loved-about him. “And no one invited you over to our table either, so scat.” He makes a move on along motion with his hand.īut it isn’t easy to dissuade Bennett. I’ve gotten the texts when I wasn’t there. “I’ve been to your dorm room a few times…” Mara wasn’t exactly friendly, but whatever, I’m-I’m so glad to see you.” I even went to BB’s last week to look for you. He has this way of looking at you as if you are the center of the entire universe-until you aren’t. He’s handsome, alarming so, with an easy smile and deep brown eyes. Up close I see he’s wearing his hair a little longer, the raven waves brushing against the skin of his jawline. It fits him like a glove, the material hugging his slender waist. The coat has zippers everywhere, on the sides, the collar, and the cuffs. He comes to a stop at our table and I take in the expensively ripped grey T-shirt with the black jacket on top. You can’t spend that much time with someone and not.

Boyfriend Bargain by Ilsa Madden-Mills