Waiting for Love ((Waiting) Book 2) Read Free Page B

As our eyes connect I swear the hair on my arms stands on end and I’m fighting the insane urge I have to kiss his delectable lips. He leans forward, moving slowly toward my mouth and just as it seems like our lips will connect he shifts to the side. His lips make contact with the lobe of my ear as he whispers.
    “It’s your turn now.” It takes me a moment to grasp the meaning behind what he said and I’m embarrassed that he could clearly see the effect that he has on me. I place my order, throw the money down on the counter, grab my coffee and quickly make my escape.
     
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          My mind wanders as I’m sitting here in the standard chairs the university provides for every classroom. They must choose the least comfortable ones they can to discourage sleeping. It’s hard to believe we’re already nearing the latter part of September. Hailey and I have barely had a moment to do anything other than school work and we’ve decided that we’re making time for fun this coming weekend, no matter what. 
          It seems like most of the girls signed up for this class to stare at Professor Hanlon. Now that his lecture is over there’s a whole lot of giggling and whispering going on in the rows of seats behind me and it’s both distracting and annoying. I actually need the credits from this class for my English major. Academics have always been important to me and I always make studying and getting my work done a priority. Speaking of doing well in all my classes, since I’m sitting with Jeff right now, there’s no time like the present to ask him for his assistance with my math classwork. I’m getting to the point where I’m starting to fall behind and if I don’t get some help, it will be too late. I lean over so our shoulders are touching and glance at Professor Hanlon to make sure he isn’t looking. There are lots of whispers going on throughout the different sections of the class so I don’t see how it could be a problem as long as I’m quiet.
    “Hey, can you help me with my math homework sometime soon?” Jeff looks over at me and nods his head, licking his bottom lip.
    “When are you available to come over?” He asks me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
    “Why does is it have to be at your apartment? Why can’t we meet at the library or for coffee?” I ask and nudge him with my elbow. He leans in closer, putting his lips against the shell of my right ear.
    “I’m going to tutor you in math and then I’m going to tutor you in the language of love.” I can’t help the giggle that escapes from my mouth. I throw my hand over my lips to keep the rest of them in and I use my other hand to smack him on his arm.
    “You are so freaking cheesy, it’s painful,” I whisper at him from behind my hand. “How did I know you would try to barter sex for helping me?” I shake my head in feigned disgust as I hear Professor Hanlon address the class one last time.
    “You guys can go now. I want to see your poems on Friday and I want to feel your emotions when I read them.” A collective groan goes up over the hellish homework assignment. Poetry is not my strong suit that’s for sure.
          I’m putting my notebook and pen away when I hear Professor Hanlon call my name.
    “Shelby, I’d like a word with you, please.” I roll my eyes and finish zipping my bag and mutter fuck under my breath.
    “You wanna grab coffee as soon as you’re done here? We can compare schedules and figure out what will work best for tutoring times.” Jeff pauses as he waits for my answer.
    “Shelby, I don’t have all day, a word, please.” I grit my teeth and tell myself over and over again to calm down when what I really want to do is to tell him to fuck off.
    “Go get coffee and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I put my bag on my shoulder and smile at Jeff. He flashes me a quick wink as he walks away. The classroom is now completely empty except for the professor and me. I make my way to the front