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Alejandro loved lists, and the one that encapsulated everything he wanted to do with Deja was his longest yet, and he wanted to take his time ticking each entry — each part of her body — off it.
“I might peacock a little. For you,” he admitted. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes widened. “This can’t be real. I’ve literally had dreams about you putting on a suit.” “On?” “And then taking it off,” she added. He burst out laughing. “I’m happy to make that fantasy come true whenever you want.”
“You said you’d keep your hands to yourself,” she whispered. He moved his head to brush his lips along her cheek to her ear. “I didn’t say anything about my mouth,” he whispered to her.
“Fuck, Deja,” he whispered. “I love it when you say my name like that,” she breathed. He grabbed her right thigh, squeezed, and pushed it down toward the bed, opening her fully to him. “Like what?” he asked. “Like I’m making it hard for you to stay calm,”
“Fuck, he’s perfect,” she breathed. “I’m really not,” he called from the hallway with a laugh. “You heard that?” “These walls are thin as fuck.”
“What if I screw it up?” “How? Also, just pop a titty out if you do. Instant reset.”
“We’ve already had sex, Alejandro,” she teased. “I know, but I don’t want you to think I just invited you over to have sex again.” Deja sighed. “This is why everyone has a crush on you. You know that, right?”
Actually, she thought to herself, Alejandro Mendoza was perfect in every other way, so if he wanted to eat his wings with ranch, at least they’d never fight when they went out for wings.
“Is this a thing you do?” She squinted at him. “Toni said you’re a creature of habit, so I just want to know if taking on the weight of the world is a thing you’re prone to do so I can be prepared for the future.”
“We’re not supposed to do this on campus,” he moaned even though his big, strong fingers were flexing at her waist, encouraging her to keep moving on top of him. “I know,” she breathed, moving her hands to the nape of his neck before digging her fingers into his hair, “but we missed each other.”
“I thought they would like…interrogate us or something. Ask for documentation? Something more than make us sign a bunch of paperwork.” “Is HR the CIA now?” he asked, laughing. “Shut up,” she said. “That can’t be it. Right?” “Do you want an answer, or am I still shutting up?” he asked playfully. “Don’t make me go right back up there and tell them we’ve already broken up.”
“So y’all aren’t going to help me?” she asked. Toni turned around with a frown on her face. “With what? You got a fine boyfriend, all those cliquey white women in the English Department are jealous as hell, and your hair looks great today. Some of us have real problems, Deja Evans.”
“What’s up, Profé and Profé’s girlfriend,” Hector said. Deja huffed a shocked laugh. Alejandro rolled his eyes. “Dr. Evans,” he corrected. Hector shrugged, “Profé and Dr. Evans.”
