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I didn’t have a single clue about what was covered during music appreciation. The awareness of how close Jase sat was wholly distracting. Every time his leg or arm brushed mine, I was completely lost.
And I had an entire semester of this to look forward to.
There was a part of me that wanted to be grumpy about that, but I’d just be lying to myself. Knowing that I’d see Jase three times a week really increased my desire to attend this class.
After all, what was wrong with admiring a little eye candy?
Jase walked out with Calla and me, and it seemed like the temp had increased by ten degrees and the sun’s strength amplified.
“Where are you guys heading?” Jase asked, running a hand through his mess of waves.
“I’m heading back to my dorm,” Calla answered as she adjusted her sunglasses. She glanced at me. “Aren’t you going back to east campus?”
Thinking about the torturous walk ahead, I nodded. “Yeah, eventually. I have a class at one in Knutti. So I have an hour to make my way over there.”
“I can give you a ride over,” Jase offered, stopping at the edge of the pavilion surrounding the arts department. His gaze dipped briefly, but not quick enough that I didn’t know he was checking out my leg. I stiffened. “I can be your personal chauffeur,” he added with a grin that was nothing short of wicked.
For a moment, I got a little lost in that grin and the coils that formed in my tummy, but I managed to shake my head. “Thanks, but you don’t have to go out of your way.”
Jase waved at someone who called his name, but his attention was focused on me. “I’ll drive you. I’m parked over here anyway, in the back lot.”
“But—­”
“It’s not a big deal.” He squinted at the harsh glare off a passing car. “I’m heading over there anyway.”
“That’s really nice of you,” Calla said, sending me a look that said shut the hell up. “Her knee is really bothering her.”
I flushed out of embarrassment. “My leg isn’t bothering me that much. And I need the exercise. Walking is a good—­” I squealed as Jase hooked an arm around my waist and bent, lifting me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing more than a sack of sugar. My bag slipped off my arm, smacking the pavement. “What are you doing?”
“Standing here discussing your ability to walk over to east campus in this heat makes me really impatient.”
I gripped the back of his shirt, unable to see through my hair. “Then leave! What the hell does that have to do with picking me up like a caveman?”
“Because you’re not walking over there.” He clamped his arm over the back of my thighs, dangerously close to getting hands-­on with my ass. “That’s why.”
Calla laughed. “Well, that’s one way to settle the issue.”
Lifting my head, I glared at her through my hair. “You’re not helping.”
She smiled at me as she picked up my book bag and handed it over to Jase’s waiting hand. “See you later.”
“Traitor,” I muttered.
“Thanks.” Jase pivoted around, and I held on for dear life. He started walking down the road. “How you doing up there?”
“How do you think?” I snapped.
As we passed a group of students, they burst into laughter. One of the guys shouted, “So that’s how Jase gets his girls!”
My entire body went rigid.
He turned suddenly, causing me to squeal. Walking backward, he chuckled. “Some require a more hands-­on approach.”
“I’d be down for a hands-­on approach,” came a soft, feminine voice. “When you’re not so busy.”
I cursed.
Jase tsked as he spun. “Language, Tess, language.”
Holding on with one hand, I jabbed him in the kidney with my other.
“Ouch!”
My lips split in a wide smile.
“If my other hand was free . . .”
I knew exactly what he was thinking. “If you even consider for one second you think you can—­ompf!” I gasped at the sudden extra hop in his step. “You asshole.”
“I think you do need a spanking.”
My mouth opened for a blistering response, but he’d reached his car and for some reason being spanked didn’t sound that bad. But he had to be teasing because there was no way he was going to put his hand on Cam’s little sister’s ass.
Jase dropped my bag and then opened the door. He moved his hand, and the rough calluses on his palms trailed along the back of my thighs. I shivered in spite of the heat, and mentally cursed my body’s reaction to him.
He reached up, gripping my hips. “You can let go of my shirt now.”
“Oh.” I released my grip.
His shoulders shook with a laugh, and then the front of my body slid down his. Air halted in my throat at the unexpected frisson. Awareness shimmered over certain parts in my body. My feet were on the pavement, but his hands lingered on my hips.
“There you go,” he said, his voice deeper than before as he dropped his hands. “You can climb in, right?”
Pushing the hair out of my face, I took a deep breath. “I’m not an invalid.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“I can walk, you know, and climb into Jeeps.”
He picked up my bag, dropping it in the backseat. “I’m sure you can.”
When he raised an eyebrow, I realized that he was literally going to stand there until I got into the car. Sighing, I turned and climbed up. He flashed me a grin, closed the door, and then loped around the front.
He started the Jeep and warm air blasted out of the vents, stirring the hair around my face. His eyes were a clear, steely gray when they landed on me. “Okay. Why didn’t you want me to give you a ride?”
Seeing that all the humor had disappeared, I squirmed. “It’s not that I didn’t want you to give me a ride.”
“Really?” He reached up, unhooking his sunglasses from the visor. Sliding them up his nose, he settled back against his seat. Locks of hair fell forward, brushing the rim of the aviators.
Goodness gracious, he looked damn good in sunglasses.
Even though his eyes were shielded, there was no escaping his stare. No one looked at you like Jase Winstead did. It was like he was seeing right through me, layer by exposing layer. “Is it because of Saturday night? I was pretty inebriated. Shit, I don’t remember anything from the moment I stepped into your dorm.”
The back of my neck prickled. “Nothing?”
He shook his head. “So God only knows what I said and did, and I must’ve said something, because you didn’t want to get in this Jeep with me.”
Part of me wanted to punch him in the balls even though I knew beyond a doubt that he’d been drunk—­drunk enough to have no recollection of telling me that I was a reason for why he’d visited Cam so much or our little interlude on the floor. It took a lot for me not to blast him over that, but what point would it serve? He’d been sloshed, and I had been the one who went out to meet him and then let him in my dorm. All this was temporary, and I couldn’t let this make an already crappy situation worse.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You didn’t do or say anything to make me mad.”
He didn’t respond for a moment. “But I slept on your floor and you slept on the couch?”
“Yeah . . . uh, you sort of fell down and stayed there.” I shrugged a shoulder. “I fell asleep on the couch.”
“Nice.” He coughed out a short laugh. Several seconds passed, and I considered making a mad dash out of the car. “We’re friends, right?”
My heart sunk in spite of my convictions on the state of him and me. “Yes.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, friends give friends rides, right?”
I nodded, knowing where this conversation was heading.
“So what’s the big deal?”
Looking away, I blew out a long breath. Spending any amount of time in his presence didn’t help my determination to put an end to this stupid crush, but there was another reason. “I don’t want ­people thinking . . .” Picking at the hem of my shorts, I shook my head. “There’re a lot of things I can’t do right now—­dance, work out, run, or even jog at a sedate pace. I can walk. That’s about all I can do.”
I kind of felt stupid after saying that and I doubted he’d understand how hard it was for me to go from being so active to becoming a sloth. And not even the cute baby sloths.
“Ah, here I was thinking you were secretly hoping I’d pick you up.” He switched gears into reverse.
I laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“You’d never be a disappointment.” Looking over his shoulder as he backed up, he smiled, and I wondered if he could see the way my pulse had jumped at his words. “I get what you’re saying. It’s hard when you’re used to doing something that was as common as breathing to you.”
“It is.” I tugged on the string dangling off my hem. “I miss the rush of dancing and running. You know? The energy. It’s calming and it’s just me . . .” I wasn’t sure I was making any sense. “And I don’t have that anymore.”
Shifting into drive, he relaxed his grip on the steering wheel. He was quiet as he navigated the parking lot. “You know there are other things you could do.”
Like sex? I bet that was relaxing when it was all said and done.
“You know one of the most calming things I’ve found?” he asked, having no idea that my mind was happily playing in the gutter. “Horseback riding.”
I blinked. “Ah . . .”
He grinned. “There really isn’t anything like it. I’m telling you, Tess. You ever feel like you’re flying when you’re dancing?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, sort of stunned. I missed that most of all.
He nodded. “That’s how it feels to be on top of a horse. You should try it. I think you’d love it.”
I shifted, having no idea what to say to that. Was it an invitation to his parents’ farm? Did it matter? Getting in a saddle was tantamount to playing chicken with a pissed-­off T. rex to me.
“Hungry?” he asked, changing the subject before I could answer. “I’m heading over to the Den. Cam and Avery are there. They’ve got to have better food than the dining hall.”
They did. I shrugged.
“Come on.” He reached over, nudging my arm. “Come on and eat with us.”
My lips twitched as I glanced at him. This . . . this was the Jase I remembered. Teasing. Open. Fun.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku tidak punya satu petunjuk tentang apa tertutup selama apresiasi musik. Kesadaran seberapa dekat Jase duduk adalah sepenuhnya mengganggu. Setiap kali nya kaki atau lengan brushed tambang, aku benar-benar hilang.Dan aku punya semester seluruh ini berharap.Ada bagian dari diriku yang ingin menjadi marah-marah tentang hal itu, tapi saya akan hanya berbohong pada diri sendiri. Mengetahui bahwa saya akan melihat Jase tiga kali seminggu benar-benar meningkatkan keinginan saya untuk menghadiri kelas ini.Setelah semua, apa yang salah dengan mengagumi sedikit mata permen?Jase berjalan keluar dengan Calla dan saya, dan sepertinya temp telah meningkat sepuluh derajat dan kekuatan matahari diperkuat."Mana kalian menuju?" Jase bertanya, berjalan tangan melalui kekotoran gelombang."Aku menuju kembali ke asrama saya," Calla menjawab seperti dia disesuaikan kacamata nya. Dia melirik ke arahku. "Tidak akan kembali ke kampus Timur?"Berpikir tentang menyiksa berjalan ke depan, saya mengangguk. "Ya, akhirnya. Saya memiliki kelas satu di Knutti. Jadi saya memiliki satu jam untuk membuat jalan di sana.""Aku bisa memberikan tumpangan atas," Jase ditawarkan, berhenti di tepi paviliun yang mengelilingi Departemen seni. Tatapan dicelupkan sebentar, tapi cepat cukup bahwa aku tidak tahu dia sedang memeriksa kakiku. Saya kaku. "Saya dapat sopir pribadi Anda," tambahnya dengan senyum yang begitu jahat.Sejenak, aku punya sedikit hilang dalam bahwa senyum dan kumparan yang dibentuk dalam perut saya, tapi aku berhasil menggelengkan kepala. "Terima kasih, tapi Anda tidak harus pergi keluar dari jalan."Jase melambaikan tangan pada seseorang yang disebut namanya, tetapi perhatian terfokus pada saya. "Aku akan mengemudi Anda. Aku sedang diparkir di sini pula, di banyak kembali.""Tetapi —""Hal ini tidak besar." Ia menyipit di silau keras dari mobil yang lewat. "Aku menuju ke sana pula.""Itu benar-benar baik dari Anda," kata Calla, mengirimkan saya melihat bahwa kata terkurung neraka. "Lututnya adalah benar-benar mengganggu dirinya."Aku bersemangat karena malu. "Kakiku tidak mengganggu saya banyak. Dan saya perlu latihan. Berjalan adalah — "I memekik sebagai Jase ketagihan lengan di sekitar pinggang dan membungkuk, mengangkat saya atas bahu-nya seperti aku ditimbang tidak lebih dari satu karung gula. Tas saya tergelincir dari lenganku, memukul trotoar. "Apa yang Anda lakukan?""Berdiri di sini membahas kemampuan Anda untuk berjalan ke Timur kampus di panas ini membuat saya benar-benar sabar."Saya mencengkeram belakang kemeja, tidak dapat melihat melalui rambut saya. "Kemudian meninggalkan! Apa sih yang harus dilakukan dengan mengambil saya seperti seorang manusia gua?""Karena Anda tidak berjalan di sana." Dia menutup lengannya melewati bagian belakang paha saya, nyaris mendapatkan hands-on dengan pantatku. "Itu sebabnya."Calla tertawa. "Yah, itu adalah salah satu cara untuk menyelesaikan masalah."Mengangkat kepala saya, saya melotot padanya melalui rambut saya. "Anda tidak membantu."Dia tersenyum padaku ketika ia mengambil tas buku saya dan menyerahkannya kepada Jase's menunggu tangan. "Melihat Anda kemudian.""Pengkhianat," yang aku bergumam."Terima kasih." Jase diputar di sekitar, dan aku memegang erat-erat. Dia mulai berjalan menyusuri jalan. "Bagaimana Anda lakukan di sana?""Bagaimana menurutmu?" Aku tersentak.Ketika kami melewati sekelompok mahasiswa, mereka meledak menjadi tawa. Salah satu orang berteriak, "Jadi itulah cara Jase mendapatkan anak-anak perempuannya!"Seluruh tubuh saya pergi kaku.Ia berubah tiba-tiba, menyebabkan aku memekik. Berjalan mundur, ia terkekeh. "Beberapa memerlukan pendekatan yang lebih tangan-on.""Aku akan turun untuk membantu pada pendekatan," datang suara yang lembut, feminin. "Bila Anda tidak begitu sibuk."Aku mengutuk.Jase tsked seperti ia berputar. "Bahasa, Tess, bahasa."Bersandar dengan satu tangan, saya Suster dia dalam ginjal dengan saya yang lain."Aduh!"Bibirku dibagi dalam senyum lebar."Jika tangan yang lain adalah gratis..."Aku tahu persis apa yang dia berpikir. "Jika Anda mempertimbangkan untuk satu detik Anda pikir Anda dapat — ompf!" Aku terkesiap pada hop tambahan yang tiba-tiba dalam langkahnya. "Anda bajingan.""Saya pikir Anda perlu dipukul."Mulutku dibuka untuk tanggapan terik, tapi ia telah mencapai mobil dan untuk beberapa alasan yang dipukul tidak suara yang buruk. Tetapi dia menggoda karena tidak ada cara yang ia akan menempatkan tangannya di pantat adik kecil Cam.Jase menjatuhkan tas saya dan kemudian membuka pintu. Ia pindah tangan-Nya, dan kapalan kasar di palms nya membuntuti sepanjang belakang paha saya. Saya menggigil meskipun panas, dan mental mengutuk reaksi tubuh saya kepadanya.He reached up, gripping my hips. “You can let go of my shirt now.”“Oh.” I released my grip.His shoulders shook with a laugh, and then the front of my body slid down his. Air halted in my throat at the unexpected frisson. Awareness shimmered over certain parts in my body. My feet were on the pavement, but his hands lingered on my hips.“There you go,” he said, his voice deeper than before as he dropped his hands. “You can climb in, right?”Pushing the hair out of my face, I took a deep breath. “I’m not an invalid.”“I didn’t say you were.”“I can walk, you know, and climb into Jeeps.”He picked up my bag, dropping it in the backseat. “I’m sure you can.”When he raised an eyebrow, I realized that he was literally going to stand there until I got into the car. Sighing, I turned and climbed up. He flashed me a grin, closed the door, and then loped around the front.He started the Jeep and warm air blasted out of the vents, stirring the hair around my face. His eyes were a clear, steely gray when they landed on me. “Okay. Why didn’t you want me to give you a ride?”Seeing that all the humor had disappeared, I squirmed. “It’s not that I didn’t want you to give me a ride.”“Really?” He reached up, unhooking his sunglasses from the visor. Sliding them up his nose, he settled back against his seat. Locks of hair fell forward, brushing the rim of the aviators.Goodness gracious, he looked damn good in sunglasses.Even though his eyes were shielded, there was no escaping his stare. No one looked at you like Jase Winstead did. It was like he was seeing right through me, layer by exposing layer. “Is it because of Saturday night? I was pretty inebriated. Shit, I don’t remember anything from the moment I stepped into your dorm.”The back of my neck prickled. “Nothing?”He shook his head. “So God only knows what I said and did, and I must’ve said something, because you didn’t want to get in this Jeep with me.”Part of me wanted to punch him in the balls even though I knew beyond a doubt that he’d been drunk—­drunk enough to have no recollection of telling me that I was a reason for why he’d visited Cam so much or our little interlude on the floor. It took a lot for me not to blast him over that, but what point would it serve? He’d been sloshed, and I had been the one who went out to meet him and then let him in my dorm. All this was temporary, and I couldn’t let this make an already crappy situation worse.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You didn’t do or say anything to make me mad.”He didn’t respond for a moment. “But I slept on your floor and you slept on the couch?”“Yeah . . . uh, you sort of fell down and stayed there.” I shrugged a shoulder. “I fell asleep on the couch.”“Nice.” He coughed out a short laugh. Several seconds passed, and I considered making a mad dash out of the car. “We’re friends, right?”My heart sunk in spite of my convictions on the state of him and me. “Yes.”“Correct me if I’m wrong, friends give friends rides, right?”I nodded, knowing where this conversation was heading.“So what’s the big deal?”Looking away, I blew out a long breath. Spending any amount of time in his presence didn’t help my determination to put an end to this stupid crush, but there was another reason. “I don’t want ­people thinking . . .” Picking at the hem of my shorts, I shook my head. “There’re a lot of things I can’t do right now—­dance, work out, run, or even jog at a sedate pace. I can walk. That’s about all I can do.”I kind of felt stupid after saying that and I doubted he’d understand how hard it was for me to go from being so active to becoming a sloth. And not even the cute baby sloths.“Ah, here I was thinking you were secretly hoping I’d pick you up.” He switched gears into reverse.I laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you.”“You’d never be a disappointment.” Looking over his shoulder as he backed up, he smiled, and I wondered if he could see the way my pulse had jumped at his words. “I get what you’re saying. It’s hard when you’re used to doing something that was as common as breathing to you.”“It is.” I tugged on the string dangling off my hem. “I miss the rush of dancing and running. You know? The energy. It’s calming and it’s just me . . .” I wasn’t sure I was making any sense. “And I don’t have that anymore.”Shifting into drive, he relaxed his grip on the steering wheel. He was quiet as he navigated the parking lot. “You know there are other things you could do.”
Like sex? I bet that was relaxing when it was all said and done.
“You know one of the most calming things I’ve found?” he asked, having no idea that my mind was happily playing in the gutter. “Horseback riding.”
I blinked. “Ah . . .”
He grinned. “There really isn’t anything like it. I’m telling you, Tess. You ever feel like you’re flying when you’re dancing?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, sort of stunned. I missed that most of all.
He nodded. “That’s how it feels to be on top of a horse. You should try it. I think you’d love it.”
I shifted, having no idea what to say to that. Was it an invitation to his parents’ farm? Did it matter? Getting in a saddle was tantamount to playing chicken with a pissed-­off T. rex to me.
“Hungry?” he asked, changing the subject before I could answer. “I’m heading over to the Den. Cam and Avery are there. They’ve got to have better food than the dining hall.”
They did. I shrugged.
“Come on.” He reached over, nudging my arm. “Come on and eat with us.”
My lips twitched as I glanced at him. This . . . this was the Jase I remembered. Teasing. Open. Fun.