“Oh sure.” I set the donuts down as well. “And these are because you said you needed a donut. Not sure if you were able to pick one up or not.”
She offers me that beautiful smile, which makes me so goddamn weak that I grip the chair in front of me so I don’t make a fool of myself.
“I wasn’t able to grab a donut, so you just made my day.”
“Well, I felt bad, so . . . hope your day goes better.”
She stands from her desk and rounds it, coming right up to me. Unsure what she’s about to do, I just stare at her as she loops her arms around me and pulls me into a hug.
A warm, genuine hug.
I’m quite stiff at first, but after one second of feeling her around me, my arms immediately circle her, and my head leans in, taking in the sweet scent of her shampoo—it’s like a field of flowers.
“Thank you so much, Halsey. I appreciate it.”
“Oh, you’re welcome,” I say as she pulls away. My fingers drag along her slender back before I let go.
Those beautiful eyes stare up at me as she says, “It’s been an insane day, and I’m not sure I even apologized for flashing you. Did I? I blacked out. I know I spoke of a loincloth. Honestly, itwasn’t my best moment.” She flips open the donut box and pulls one out. She then takes a giant bite before letting her head fall back while she moans in delight.
Jesus . . .
“These are so good. Here, have one.” She gestures toward the box.
“No, those are for you.”
“Don’t make me eat a donut alone, Halsey. Unless . . . will it mess up your pregame routine? If so, then don’t take one. But if it will ensure you don’t make me split my skirt, then do take one.” She glances down at her skirt. “This is a frilly skirt, though . . . so I don’t think I can split it, but I can flash people my loincloth, so . . . ugh, I don’t know. Just eat a stupid donut.”
I smirk and reach around her for a blueberry yeast donut.
She studies my choice. “Never would have guessed you’d choose that.”
“I love everything blueberry.”
“Really?” she asks, looking perplexed. “You don’t look like a blueberry kind of guy.”
I take a bite, then ask, “What does a blueberry kind of guy look like?”
She looks away for a moment, then, in question form, asks, “Blue?”
That makes me smirk. If only she knew the blue balls I have at the moment.
“I guess we can be deceiving.”
“Apparently.” She leans against her desk and blows out a long breath.
She studies the ground like something is on her mind.
“Is everything okay?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, just . . . kind of a crazy day.” She glances at her open door. “Can I tell you something that you must keep within the roommate confidentiality agreement?”
“There’s a roommate confidentiality agreement?” I ask, loving that she already feels so comfortable with me. Hell, if I flashed her my loincloth, I’m not sure I’d be able to act so casual an hour or so later.
“It’s well known that the minute you share a space with a human, a confidentiality agreement is built in. Like if you happened to trip out of your shorts and show off your ding-dong this morning, I would have laughed hysterically and pointed, but then kept that close to my chest . . . possibly telling Penny, because she is technically attached to me.”
“You realize anything you tell Penny is going to get to Hornsby, and there is no way Hornsby will keep that to himself. He’ll announce it in the locker room.”
Blakely shakes her head. “Trust me, the number of secrets we’re able to keep to ourselves is unmatched. Your jiggling ding-dong would have gone into the vault.”
