“Atta girl.”
Then fabric rustled, and soft footsteps thudded on the floor, snapping me back to reality.I’m eavesdropping like a creep.The thought of getting caught had me darting into my room and slamming the door. I leaned against it, my pulse pounding. Did she know I was there? That I’d heard her?
She wanted to make some guy jealous, the guy who dumped her? Was Eric a fucking idiot?
The urge to find him on campus startled me.
I ran my hands over my face, the impulse to ask questions stopping me from my plan. Mondays were for binge-watching a show and relaxing. Reflecting on the previous game. Not… plotting to kill Eric.
The familiar creak of her door had me sitting up straighter. Was she leaving? Going out? Was she wearing a sexy outfit?
God! Why did Icare?
Annoyed at myself, I pushed off the door just as Callum walked upstairs.
“Damn, Romano. Where you heading dressed like that?”
Dressed like what?
I gritted my teeth, my headphones frozen in my hand. I should just put on my show, ignore her, him, everyone.
“Meeting up with my girl Mack on Madison Street Bar. Monday night madness where you can—”
“Yeah, drink the rail. I’ve been. Have the T-shirt.”
“You have it? Damn, that’s my goal, man.”
“You can have mine, Lo.”
“Nah, I’m earning that shit myself. One beer at a time.”
He snorted before saying, “Want some company as you head there? I could use a drink.”
“Are you allowed to hang out with me? Will Dean ground you? I’m off-limits, remember?”
They laughed together.
A vein would surely pop in my forehead. Callum was so damnmuchall the time.
“You’re funny. For real, I can at least walk you there. Dean can kiss my ass.”
Eric is at Madison’s. The guy she wants to make regret breaking up with her in a sexy outfit.
Would she useCallumdo to that? The thought nauseated me. I tossed my headphones onto my bed, twisted the handle, and stood in the hallway. They both stared back, and my skin heated. Had it beenthatlong since I went out on a Monday?
“What up, Monroe?” Callum leaned closer and held out a fist.
I hit it with my own, but my attention zeroed in on Lorelei’s outfit. High-waisted jeans and a tight and I meantightblack lace tank top that showed off her muscles. Her hair was down, curls going everywhere, and her lips were bright red.
My skin heated with how sexy she looked.
“Want to get a beer? I’m walking her to Madison’s but could use a drink. Didn’t love going over my mistake from last Friday ten fucking times today. A brew would help that.”
“You lost focus,” I said. “It happens.”
“Not to you though.” He rolled his eyes, dropping the subject. “Let me change my shirt first then we can go.”
He headed into his room, leaving Lorelei and I alone in the hall. She chewed on her top lip, her cheeks dusted in pink as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her crossed arms pushed up her chest, and I let my gaze drop to her cleavage for one second before returning to her face.
