Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Day One After “The Kiss”
It’s my final class of the day and I’ve saved the best for last—Comparative Literature with the oh-so dreamy Professor Colin McClure leading it.
While I’m a geek for the classics, typically I prefer nineteenth-century British novels.
However, I gladly made the exception for him.
I’d sign up for whatever class Professor McClure was teaching just so I could stare at him, like I’m doing now.
Wrapping up one of his more passionate lectures, Professor “McCutie” paces while addressing me.
All right, he’s speaking to all twenty-two of his students, but a girl can dream.
And while I’m enjoying his discussion on Faulkner, I love looking at McClure more.
Tall with dark hair and a lean build, he reminds me of Jude Law in The Holiday, exuding both elegance and sophistication.
I literally sigh as I try to concentrate on what he’s saying.
We were supposed to be done several minutes ago, but no one seems to be in a hurry to have him stop.
Given that our class is 90 percent female, it comes as no surprise.
In fact, even my friend Emerson who’s majoring in biology chose this course for her English requirement and then we both convinced Jax too.
I turn in my seat to see Emerson staring dreamily ahead too.
Jax on the other hand is busy on her phone, which she has hidden behind her propped up book that I know she hasn’t bothered to read beyond the cliff notes.
I close my notebook and focus on McClure’s ever-present five-o’clock shadow and it reminds me of Cal’s. They are probably the same height even.
Nope, don’t go there, April! Stop thinking about him.
My body isn’t going along with the plan, though, and I wiggle in my seat. Professor McClure gives me a stern look, and I stop my fidgeting at once. He glances at the clock behind him and, seeing the time, dismisses us. I only wish my thoughts of Cal could be dismissed as easily.
When I arrive back at my dorm room, I come to an abrupt stop in front of my door.
A pile of Hershey’s Kisses is stacked on my “Go Away, I’m Reading!
” doormat. I glance up and down the hallway, but I know perfectly well who left these for me.
I check the impulse to kick them toward his door, but then realize they are my favorite—dark chocolate.
So, instead of tossing them out, I grumble and collect the handful of kisses, then go inside without comment.
At least I’ve prevented Cal from having the satisfaction of seeing me react, I reason while unwrapping a chocolate.
It tastes almost as good as Cal’s actual kiss did.
It was just one kiss. Stop being so pathetic!
But what a freakin’ kiss it was. I pop another candy in my mouth, but it’s not providing the same satisfaction it once did. Just great. Cal has now ruined these kinds of kisses for me, too.