Windsor's POV
"Want to hit the Gilded Lounge for studying?" Gideon suggested as he appeared outside my final classroom of the day. We had planned to begin our competition prep, and despite my protests that meeting at the campus gates would suffice, he had tracked me down anyway.
I didn't hesitate. "Absolutely not."
His forehead creased with puzzlement. "Any particular reason?"
My lips pressed into a thin line. The honest answer was that I had zero desire to encounter Evelyn. Though I had to admit, the memory of that slap I'd delivered still sent a rather pleasant shock through my fingertips.
A mischievous grin played at the edges of Gideon's mouth as he arched an eyebrow. "My apartment then?"
I fixed him with my most neutral expression. "Not happening."
He lifted both hands in theatrical defeat, clearly entertained by my reaction. "Worth a shot."
Despite myself, a smile tugged at my lips. "I've got somewhere in mind."
