Fourteen

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Author's Note: I feel like each time I update, I always say I'm going to update again really soon but it never happens so I'm not gonna make any promises this time but I do hope you enjoy this chapter and I'm realllllllly sorry it took so long to post, I was on Spring Break and then i had all my midterms! And now that school's finally over and I'm well into my summer break, I'm thinking I can update more often.

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He told me he was going to bail on his appearance at the club tonight and I was beyond glad.

Both times that I had come with him to one of those, it had ended with me crying.

"Do you have any homework?"

Did I?

I don't remember having enough time to even think it through but I knew I had whatever I needed in my backpack.

"Do you?" I asked.

Now that I thought about it, I had to finish my paper for literature.

"I have some."

It suddenly occurred to me that I knew close to nothing about Dave. Well, about him as a person. What was his major? What did he like to do when he wasn't working for the Designers?

My gaze scanned over the records and I rethought that statement. Okay, so I kind of knew what he liked. He liked music. The old kind that I didn't know too much about.

"What's your major?" I asked, grabbing my backpack and following him to the small dining table by the kitchen.

"Public relations."

I nodded in understanding. I guess that made sense. With him being a promoter for clubs.

"And you're really a med student?"

I frowned. "Yeah, why?"

"Isn't that really stressful? Why do you want to be a doctor?"

"Both my parents are." It was all I knew. All I wanted.

"So? Did they push you for it or something?"

My frown deepened as he opened his laptop and I placed my backpack on the chair beside the one I had chosen to sit on. What was so bad about being a med student? What was he suggesting?

"No, I wanted to be one."

Dave cracked his smile, easing the tension that I felt building up inside me. "Hey, I'm just asking. Stop frowning at me."

I rolled my eyes.

"I hate it when you do that." Dave said, the frown that I had been wearing a second ago transferring to his handsome features.

I shot him a teasing smile. "Hey, you do it all the time. Stop frowning at me."

I slid into the chair and proving me to be correct, Dave rolled his brown eyes. I stuck out an accusing finger at him.

"Hah, see?"

Dave's smirk grew as he leaned over the small table. His brown eyes were still on my dark blue. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he slowly opened his mouth and bit down gently on my finger.

With his burning gaze still on me, Dave leaned even further and placed a kiss on my wrist. My eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his mouth on my skin. Oh, god.

Dave's hand replaced his lips and then I was being tugged towards him. Not that I needed much force, I was dying to feel more of him touch me.

Still teasing, Dave kissed my cheek and then dragged his lips down the side of my face. The breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding came out in an audible sigh and I felt the corners of his mouth curve upwards.

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