My dreams were plagued with images of burning bodies. Pretty fucking disturbing if you ask me. I’m not sure why I’m feeling so affected by the fire, it wasn’t even my house that burned down.
Maybe it’s the knowledge that people I knew were inside and could have been seriously hurt.
“What’s going on?” I ask Danny, frowning as I watch guys move what looks like mattresses and other furniture inside the hockey house.
“It's moving day,” Danny grumbles. “Our new bunk buddies are making themselves at home.” He doesn’t sound too happy about that.
“I know this is a big change, but you gotta think about how they feel. It’s the start of the school year, we are not even a few weeks in, and they’ve lost their home. Some of them probably lost all of their personal possessions. They’re on scholarship, meaning they might not have enough money to replace everything. The least we can do is share our space with them.”
“I know,” he sighs heavily. “But I got put with Travis! He’s so... him.”
I snort a laugh. “What the hell does that mean?”
“He’s all tall and scary. Have you seen him when he’s pissed off? He looks like he’d eat you for breakfast.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind being eaten by him.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
Danny frowns. “How would he eat you? You got a dick.”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, trying not to laugh. “And I have an ass,” I inform him.
His eyes widen, and I can’t hold back my laughter. “Oh my god, you let someone eat your ass?!”
He says it loud enough to turn heads.
“Would you shut up?” I chuckle. “I mean, I’ve never received, but I’ve given.” I shrug. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. Liam loved it.”
“Did not need to hear that.” He holds his hands over his ears. “I’m going to walk away now.”
Enjoying my friend's discomfort, I head inside, dodging the movers. Taking two steps at a time, I find myself excited to see who my new roomie is. Shit. I hope I made enough space for their stuff.
When I couldn’t sleep last night, I decided to move the room around so that my things were on one side, giving the other side enough space for a bed. I didn’t think about dressers.
My bedroom door is open. Stepping in, I look around in relief. Good, they managed to get everything in. It looks a little cramped, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
I never had to share my room growing up, so I’m kind of excited to have a roommate.
My new roomie isn’t here, but his stuff sits on an unmade bed. A single black bag.
It’s his football bag. A wave of sympathy hits me.Shit. I didn’t even think about it. He probably lost everything.
If the school doesn’t at least give them some kind of incidentals, I’m going to have a word with Theo. Because this is just messed up.
Knowing I’m in much need of a shower, I grab some clean clothes from my dresser. But when I go for my shower caddy, I frown when I find that it’s not there.
“What the...” I open my closet to look for it, nothing. Check under my bed, nothing. “Where the hell is it?”
“Are you looking for this?”
Spinning around, my eyes land on Easton. A wet, half-naked Easton.
I blink slowly, my gaze following the droplet of water that races down his chest, over his firm pecs, down his abs, and right to the edge of the towel that hangs low over a very defined V.
Why the hell is this man so attractive? Wait, why is this man in my room? And he’s holding my shower caddy.
“That’s mine,” I say, pointing to the caddy in his hand.
“I know.” He grunts, placing it on my dresser. “I borrowed it. I hope you don’t mind.”
