Noah
Busy tonight?
Me
Booty call?
Noah
Always.
My phone rings with a FaceTime call from Noah, so I move away from the study tables and hide between the library shelves to answer.
“We’re having a party,” he explains. “Apparently, it’s Colt’s birthday? Just a chill evening with the roommates, but it would mean a lot if you were there.”
“To him? Or to you?” I ask skeptically. The last thing I want to do is intrude and be a sixth wheel.
I’m surprised when it’s Colt who yells out, “Both of us!”
“But mostly me,” Noah assures me with a wink. “Colt thinks it’s depressing without ‘chicks’ and you’re his favorite.”
I raise an eyebrow, because the only thing Colt likes about me is my baking, but I can tell from Noah’s look that he wouldn’t make it up.
“Those were his words, not mine.”
“Which I won’t be repeating, message received.” Colt rolls his eyes, and I can only picture the glare Noah must have given him for saying it. We might not have labels, but boy, can he get possessive. In looks, at least.
“The drinking already started?” I call them on it.
“We’re just heading home from Slapshots. Don’t worry, Mike’s driving and he’s still sober.”
“Hey Sav!” He calls from what I assume is the front seat.
“Want us to pick you up?” Noah offers, assessing my background. “You’re at the library?”
“I have to drop something off at my dorm, but I’ll be over soon.”
“He misses you!” I hear Owen, who sounds quite tipsy.
I roll my eyes, because I spent most of yesterday with Noah, but he isn’t arguing.
“See you soon, Sav!” The guys yell before we’re disconnected.
I’m packing up my stuff to head home when I get another text.
Noah
You shouldn’t walk over in the dark.
Bring your car. Don’t worry about drinking.
My bed is yours.
Also mine. We can share.
Me
OK
