All The Wild Ones | Wildfire Series

Catch Me

NESSA

Grayson: Can you stop looking at me like that?

Me: Like what?

Grayson: You know exactly what, Wednesday.

Me: I can't help it. You're wearing a suit, and it gets me all worked up.

Grayson: I wouldn't have worn it to class, but I don't have time to go home and change before my recital later.

Me: I'm glad you wore it to class. By the looks of it, I'm not the only one.

Grayson rolled his eyes and put his phone down, looking up at Dr. Michaels as she explained the circle of fifths for the millionth time. Luckily, she was so into her PowerPoint presentation that she overlooked the two of us in the back row. She always did.

I went back to typing on my phone. I wasn't done.

Me: So I shouldn't stare at you like this during your recital? That's gonna be tough.

Grayson: Definitely don't stare at me like this during my recital. I won't be able to concentrate.

Me: But you're so hot when you play. I always have to cross my legs realllly tight when I watch you.

There was an audible groan from the man next to me.

Grayson: Can you not? I'm trying not to get a hard-on in the middle of class.

I bit down on my lip to keep from smiling. And then I typed another reply.

Me: You're the one who unleashed naughty Nessa. This is your fault.

Grayson: God I love you, even when you drive me insane.

Me: I'm pretty sure that's my line.

Grayson: Looks like we have something in common. Maybe we should date?

Me: Probably fuck, too.

Grayson: Adler.

Grayson: Stop or I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

Me: You say that like it's a bad thing.

He sighed, shaking his head with a smile. He put his phone down again like he refused to read one more text from me and grabbed my thigh instead, fingers digging in slightly with a possession I adored. Those steely eyes of his flicked up to Dr. Micheals as he tried very hard to pay attention to the lecture. Much harder than me.

It was probably a mistake to register for the same course as Grayson this fall, but I found it increasingly hard to regret. Mainly because we usually made out in the practice rooms afterward. And then sometimes we practiced things that had nothing to do with instruments. It was the perfect midday boost.

Me: Before I drop you off at home tomorrow, would you maybe want to come for dinner? My dad is making Klepe.

Grayson: I'd love that, baby.

I paused, considering. Nerves fluttered in my stomach.

Me: Also, I have a surprise for you.

Grayson: A good surprise?

Me: I think so?

Glancing over at me, he raised a brow. But I just shook my head. I wasn't going to give it away. So he turned back to his phone.