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Chapter 5
    The party was loud, but nothing crazy like the other parties I had attended. Courtney was across the room flirting with a cute, blonde guy, Lane had followed some girl into the kitchen, and I was sitting next to a guy rambling on and on about Shakespeare. The only reason I had even given him the time of day was because his dark hair reminded me of my calculus professor.
    I finished off my margarita and took out my phone. My brain was pretty fuzzy, which was why I was still sitting next to this guy. I scrolled down to the contact I had added yesterday and hit
send message
. A smile lit up my face as I thought about what I could possibly text him. I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to talk to him.
    Me: What time do you normally run?
    I didn’t expect him to reply, but before I could place my phone back in my pocket, a text message arrived.
    Javier: As soon as the sun comes up.
    I thought about what he had looked like while jogging shirtless on the beach.
Mmm
…all sweaty and chiseled, his muscles clenching with his movement. He was fucking hot.
    Javier: I don’t know what to say to that.
    My eyes scrunched as I read and re-read his text.
What in the hell?
Then I looked at my previous text. Oh. My. Gosh. I had texted him
Mmm
instead of just thinking it. How was I supposed to respond? Should I just leave it? Fuck me!
    I thought fast.
    Me: Sorry. That was a typo.
    Javier: Sure. But the feeling is mutual.
    My pulse quickened as I read his text, over and over again. Was he saying he thought I was hot? If so, it was completely inappropriate, but welcome. I wanted him.
    Me: I was thinking about taking a jog tonight.
    Javier: Have fun, but it might be difficult while drunk.
    Was he fucking with me because he knew I was drunk? How the hell would he know that?
    I stood up and turned toward the guy I had been sitting by. “This has been…fun, but I have to go.” I didn’t wait for him to reply before I walked toward Courtney. When I reached her, she was laughing in her fake, giggly, flirty laugh.
    I cleared my throat to get her attention and she whipped her head in my direction “Hey, Alex.”
    “Hey, I’m going to take off. Don’t worry, I’ve got a ride.”
    Her eyebrows bunched. “Are you sure?”
    I hated lying, but I didn’t want to stay at the party any longer. “I’m positive. Have fun.”
    After giving her a quick hug bye, I walked out the door and tried to orient where I was in comparison to my apartment. Turning toward the left, I was positive I lived only about a half mile away. My phone buzzed in my hand.
    Javier: Was I right?
    I grinned.
    Me: Maybe, but I’m still on my way home to try. :-)
    I bit my lip. What the hell was I doing? Flirting with my professor? For the second night in a row?
    Javier: I’ll meet you in thirty .
    My steps faltered as I read the screen.
Is this real life?
I didn’t know or care, I just knew I needed to get home—now. After texting him my address, I stuffed my phone in my pocket and took off running toward my apartment.
    Reaching my place in record time, I unlocked the door and raced toward my bedroom to change into my running clothes. I was rummaging around in my chest of drawers when I heard knocking on the front door. Not wanting anyone to ruin my night with my professor, I chose to ignore whoever it was.
    Then, I heard his voice. “Alexandria?”
    I froze, then smiled. He was in my fucking apartment. “I’m in here. I’ll be out in a minute.”
    “The door was unlocked. I’ll just wait on the couch.”
    Finding a cute purple sports bra and matching black and purple shorts, I quickly dressed. Before exiting the bedroom, I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair back in a ponytail.
    When I entered the living room, he was sitting on the couch wearing a SUBC hat and running shorts. His chest was bare, and I had trouble finding my voice. “Hi,” I whispered.
    He tilted his head up and looked me in the eye.