People love me.
Most people.
“Look,” I say, pitching my voice low. “If this is about the, um, vibrator—”
“It’s not.”
“Then what is it about? Because if we don’t work this out—whateverthisis—it’s going to be a long semester…neighbor.”
Sutton studies me, and it’s like she’s pillaging my goddamn thoughts when she turns those rich, coffee-colored eyes on me. Eyes so dark, they’re almost black.
Like her soul.
No way. Sutton might be grumpy AF, but there has to be more to her. After all, her roommate is a ray of fucking sunshine.
“How about we just agree to stay out of each other’s way?” she finally says. “If you see me around the apartment complex, just walk on by like you don’t even know me.” Her eyes narrow. “That shouldn’t be too hard for you.”
Yeah-fucking-right.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since Saturday night. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about how damn close I was to kissing her—how I ached to taste her—despite the fact that she clearly hates my guts.
“That’s it? You’re not going to tell me what I did to earn your ire so I can, I don’t know, do better?”
“That’s not my job.” She reaches for her phone, which is resting on one of the rack’s crossbars. “If you want to be a better human, that’s on you.”
Fuck. She’s right.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just—”
Christ. This woman is infuriating. And sexy. But mostly confusing.
Ignoring me, she makes a show of tapping the screen on her phone, making it clear she’s done with me.
“His tongue glides over my pussy in slow, sure strokes and my back bows off the bed as I come—”
Holy shit.
Sutton’s eyes grow wide when she realizes we can all hear whatever the hell she’s listening to and she jabs the screen, aggressively trying to silence the phone.
Several heads swivel in our direction and a chorus of “Dayum, girl,” and “Get it,” rise above the din of the weight room as she stuffs the phone in the pocket of her shorts, cheeks blazing.
Oh, this is too good. A better man would look the other way. Let her suffer in silence. But, it’s too ironic for me to let it slide.
“Forgot your earbuds.” I tap my right ear, earning a haughty glare. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to give me shit about Pornhub when you’re listening to that while you work out.”
“It’s not porn,” she says through gritted teeth. “It’s a romance novel.”
I smirk, mostly because I know it’ll get under her skin and she’s cute when she’s mad. “Sounds pretty pornalicious to me.”
“That’s not even a word.”
“It should be. Anyway, you shouldn’t be embarrassed. I’ll bet everyone in this room has looked at porn.”
Which is definitely not something I want to think about sinceeveryoneincludes Coach.
She straightens, visibly squaring her shoulders. “I’m not embarrassed.”
“Yeah? Then why are your cheeks the color of a chili pepper?”
