“Where’s he from?” I ask.
“Apparently, Montana,” answers Kai.
“There’s no way. He’s got a British accent and it’s a deep one too. All posh like and shit.” Gray stuffs his mouth with chips and speaks with a mouthful. “And don’t get me started on how tall that motherfucker is.”
“How tall?” I ask, amused.
“Six nine.”
We all stare, astonished at his response.
“He’s a basketball player,” I say after a moment. “They’re all tall.”
We’re all over six feet, with Angel being the tallest at six six, but I’ve seen some of the basketball players on campus. Despite our heights, most still tower over us; it’s kind of insane.
“His girlfriend is hot as fuck,” Gray says after he swallows.
“Do you know everything about this man? You sound obsessed.” Kai laughs. “But who’s his girlfriend?”
“Shut up. We’ve literally sat next to each other while we’ve watched NCU play.” He swipes his fingers on the screen of his phone then places it in front of Kai. “Julianna Sparks.”
Kai’s eyes go wide and he picks up the phone, bringing it closer to his face. “This is his girlfriend?”
“I know,” Gray softly groans. “Fucking gorgeous.”
“Look at her—” Kai goes to place the phone in front of my face, but I push his hand away.
“I’m not going to check out another guy’s girlfriend.” Or any girl for the matter. Not when Josie’s running circles in my head.
“Right, because why should you when you live with someone just as hot. If my roommate looked like Josie, I would?—”
“Don’t finish that.” I cut him off. I try to keep my voice light, but something nasty sparks inside of me. “Just fucking don’t.”
Kai raises his hands in surrender. “Speaking of your roommate,” he murmurs and nods his head in the direction of the glass sliding door.
Josie comes out, body glistening with sweat, wisps of her hair stick to her forehead, her ponytail loose and low.
I drag my tongue across the top of my teeth, inhale a shallow breath, and unintentionally my gaze gravitates to the lounge chair. Since she came on my mouth and fingers, I’ve been spiraling with fantasies I’m not proud of.
She tastes so good, feels so right, and…I’m zoning out.
“Hey,” she says and stands next to me, but she doesn’t pull up a chair.
They all greet her, smiles wide on their faces.
“Sit.” I stand and pull it back for her. I told the guys to leave it empty because she was going to come eat with us. I wasn’t sure if she’d actually show up though because she said she’d think about it. She also said she wasn’t a big fan of burgers, but I found out she likes chicken sandwiches and sourdough. “I made you achicken sandwich with pepperjack cheese and added tomatoes and grilled onions.”
Opening the container that’s keeping her sandwich warm, I place it on a plate in front of her.
She takes a seat, and it’s small but she smiles up at me. “You remembered how I like my sandwich?”
I remember everything about you. “Yeah, and oh…” I open the cooler next to me and pull out a can of Dr. Pepper. “Here.”
I think her cheeks burn red but I’m not sure, because her face was already flushed from her run. “Thanks, Garcia.”
I take my seat next to her, keeping my gaze on my food now. She’s wearing a sports bra and tiny spandex shorts that cling to her in an unholy way.
“So, Josie,” Gray starts. “You looking for a new roommate?”
