Leather Dreams

Phone

Phone (Chap 3)

Amayas pov:

I sit up slowly, stretching and wrinkle my nose, looking at the celling.

Oh yeah, I fell asleep in the library.

I look down at my textbooks and see the pages crumbled from my head and sighed, glancing at saw my phone.

Wait...MY PHONE??!!

I picked it up and peered af it, switching it on to see the background screen and did the password.

Shit!! It really is my phone.
But how..? Did someone find it? Is the thief following me?

A flash of fear flood through me and I looked around, confused examining all the people in the library.
I quickly packed up all my things and walked through the shelves when I saw Dexter.

Dexter Grayson leaning against one of the library shelves reading a book. What a surprise, I never figured him to be the academic type.

I hesitated but slowly go up to him as he glanced up from his book.

"Can I help you..?"

His grey eyes scanned me, as I scanned him. I saw his fitted sweater and hair perfectly messily styled. Urgh...how does it feel to live my life?

He was wearing trousers and towered over me leaning on the bookshelf with his study figure.
I glanced at the book in his hands and tried to ignore his strong veins as they ran up his arms until the sweater hid the rest.

"Yes, umm did you by any chance see a person leave my phone next me?"

"No, sorry," he smirked at me and I instantly didn't like him.

"You've got sleeping marks on your face though, from when you were napping,"

I feel embarrassment flood onto my face and I try to rub my face as he looks at me amused.

"You really should be more careful when napping, sleepyhead. You don't know who's around you,"

I scowled at him and his grin widened, showing his dimples.

"Shouldn't you be at your Ice Hockey game?"

"Not until I start tutoring someone. Coach is on my case about it so unless I find someone I'm off the team,"

"Isn't that unfair?"

"Caring for me are you, nerd?"

"Only so that I don't have to see your face here again,"

He leans closer and rests his muscular arm next to me, looking down so our noses almost brush.

"Nah, that makes me wanna stay here and tease you more,"

"Asshole, you don't even know me,"

He showed his dimples again and looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.

"Let me know you then,"

"In your dreams, Greyson,"

He leans closer and whispered in my ear.

"I like it when you say my name like that, Amaya Collins,"

I pulled away from him and flipped him off behind my back so the librarian wouldn't see, ignoring his deep laughter following behind me.

Who the hell does that playboy think he is? Giving everyone that stupid smile and getting on my nerves.

And wait....why does he know my name? And how? We've never spoken to each other before.
What the hell?