“You didn’t ruin anything. This was the best part of my day. I promise.”
“Well then your day must have really sucked.”
Understatement of the year.
“Here, let me help you get all this cleaned up, and I’ll order us a pizza.”
She scrunches her nose. “You don’t have to help. I made the mess.”
“I don’t mind. Let me just get out of these clothes, and I’ll be right back.” I click through the pizza delivery app on myphone as I walk to my room. “What kind of pizza do you like?”
“Barbecue chicken? But this dinner was for you, so pick what you like.”
“That sounds delicious.” I finish placing the order before stepping into my room and closing the door. I discard the suit, pull on sweats, and grab a T-shirt.
“Pizza should be here in thirty minutes,” I say, walking out of my room still holding the shirt. Wren’s eyes dip to my abs.
“Can you please clothe yourself,” she says from the sink where she’s trying to scrape burnt taco shell pieces off the pan.
“My bad. I’m not used to having a roommate.” I pull the shirt over my head, and she starts to giggle.
“What the hell is that?”
I look down and study my shirt. “Oh, that’s the mascot for the pickleball team Logan and I are on.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Is that a pickle with balls?”
“Yep, that’s Willie.”
“You did not name it Willie.”
“Well, Logan refuses to acknowledge him by his name, but I like to call him Willie.”
She shakes her head. “Living here is going to be interesting isn’t it?”
“I like to think it’ll be fun.” For the first time since I got home, I scan the living room and kitchen for any sign of her belongings. There’s nothing.
“Where’s all your stuff?”
“Oh, everything is in my room, except for my mattress. Logan’s mom called while he was helping, and he and Poppy had to leave right after they dropped off the bed frame.”
“Was everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah. A squirrel got into her house, and she wasfreaking out. It actually sounded kind of funny. Could you imagine? A squirrel! Anyway, Logan went to help catch it. He’s going to help me move my mattress tomorrow.”
“So where are you going to sleep tonight?”
“I’ll just crash on the couch. If that’s okay? I thought about staying at my place for one more night, but I had already moved all of Dolly’s stuff over here.”
“You can take my room, and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
The thought of her in my bed pops into my head, and my cock twitches under my sweatpants.
Bad fucking idea, Tanner. She’s your friend. You're really pretty, incredibly sexy, absolutely under no circumstances can you try anything with, friend. This is only night one of her living here.
“No way. I’m smaller than you, and I really don’t mind. Plus, you look exhausted. I’m not letting you sleep on the couch after you had such a bad day.” She smiles.
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
