inhale, kevin day.

xv. you know me too well

chapter fifteen
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Maeve was not thinking about Kevin Day.

Not about him or his long fingers and how he'd shown her another skillful way he used his hands. She wasn't picturing the well grooved lines that ran up and across his stomach or the way she'd practically licked her way all over his smooth skin like he was a lollipop. She wasn't reminiscing his head between her legs, or the many ways he knew to put his mouth to use besides talking. She wasn't, and yet... from the moment she'd seen him earlier that day, she'd definitely been more aware of the hickey on one particular part of her body and how good it'd felt to receive it.

She blinked back the flashes and looked up at the door to her right opening and closing.

What awaited at the end of the hall was six feet and four inches tall, sporting a new haircut she'd definitely comment on later, and she stood up to greet him while displaying a rare smile she couldn't (or didn't want to, for once) fight,"Matty B! About fucking time."

His own smile broke out immediately and he opened his arms, catching her with ease and spinning her around, though he still teased her by groaning as he set her back down on her feet before pinching her side,"Put on more muscle, I see, no worries, Ave, I'll catch up."

She rolled her eyes at his bold lie.

While running kept her lean and on the lighter side, and boxing and lifting weights with Matt helped combat against losing any muscle, she definitely hadn't gained any over their short break. If anything she'd probably lost some and would need Matt's help to regain it again in time to be a decent body on their court.

Kevin, she cursed internally as she caught herself thinking more about Exy than she usually cared to.

     Instead of asking her how she faired during their time apart, Matt decided to bring up a different, safer, topic,"What culture dive will we be partaking in this semester?"

     Matt didn't take languages with her, though he did enjoy tagging along as she watched movies in her latest addition to the multitude of tongues she spoke. He didn't mind reading subtitles for hours on end and she didn't hate the company, only now she wished he would've asked her about her non-vacation.

     She tried to go for casual,"How's a trip to France sound?"

     And he completely saw through her.

     His face scrunched up,"Really? Seven languages in and now you go for French? Your high school teacher cursed you how many times for making him teach you Portuguese as well as Spanish within the timespan of the year?"

"Escarra didn't hate me nearly as much as he claimed he did." She scoffed in remembrance. What truly compelled Maeve to sign up for French after having fiercely ignored the language for so long wasn't something she was keen on admitting any time soon, and so she gave a half shrug and lied,"But anyway, I might as well knock it off the list, right? They say it's actually similar to Portuguese, so it'll be easy to pick up and one less thing to worry about."

Matt looked like he wanted to comment on the last bit of her sentence, but lucky for her that was when he spotted Neil and his attention became momentarily diverted as he marked a path to him and stuck out his hand,"Matt Boyd, I'm a junior this year, and I'm the Foxes' starting backliner. You must be Neil."

Before anyone could say anything else though, Wymack emerged from his office to toss a key ring at Matt's head, who turned perfectly on time to get struck on the cheek.