I meant it when I said this girl is my soulmate. She’s my person. It’s times like this that I know I’ll be okay as long as I have her.
Chapter 6
Bennett
The purple bed set causes me to pause as I walk into my room. Uh, what the hell?
When I left, Easton’s bed was bare. Now it’s covered in a girly, pastel purple comforter. If I had to guess, I’m assuming it was Taylor’s. Maybe he borrowed it until he could get one of his own?
I roll my lips together, trying not to laugh at the image of six-foot-tall Easton curled up in all that purple.
But hey, a color is just a color. I like pink things, so who am I to judge?
I go about my business, stripping my bedding and tossing it in my dirty hamper. Today is the only day I can get my laundry done before another busy week consumes my life.
I head down to the laundry room, surprised to find it occupied. Laughing gets my attention when I see it’s Easton and his girlfriend, Taylor.
They look happy, laughing, and smiling as they dance silly to the music playing on someone's phone.
They both stop and look over at me when I enter the room. “Don’t mind me,” I grunt, striding to one of the free washers.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Easton pull Taylor into his arms, her back to his front. He kisses her on the cheek, making her giggle, and whispers something in her ear.
I don’t bother separating things and shove everything into one washer. I should be fine if I use cold water.
“I’ll see you later tonight,” Easton says to Taylor as she starts toward the door.
“Later. Love you!” She waves before taking off, leaving the two of us alone.
I try to ignore the way his eyes track my every move, my skin is tingling under his intense stare.
“Can I help you?” I mutter, not bothering to look his way.
“Just wondering why you need so much detergent for one load,” he grunts.
I pause and curse, realizing I wasn’t paying attention to how much I was pouring.
Shooting him a quick glare, I cap the container and use the water filling the machine to rinse off my hand before closing the lid.
Normally, I just sit in one of the chairs and play on my phone while I wait for my clothes to be done, but I’m not sure if I want to be in the same room as Easton longer than necessary.
After all these years, how the hell did we go from hardly seeing one another, mutual hatred from afar, to being roommates? Fucking roommates. Does the universe have a sick sense of humor?
I snort a laugh to myself, shaking my head.
“What's so funny?” he grumbles.
I look his way and shrug. “Just thinking about the fact that we went eight years hardly seeing each other, not uttering a word between us. I’ve seen you more in the last twenty-four hours than in all those years combined. And now we’re living together.” I shake my head. “It’s fucked up.” I look away, leaning against the washer as I fish my phone out of my pocket.
“Well, I’m sorry that my house burned down and I lost everything,” Easton growls. The shift in his mood makes my eyes snap his way. “Sorry, we don’t all have Mommy and Daddy to fall back on.”
My lips part, and a wave of guilt hits me. “I didn’t mean–”
“Save it, Tatum. I don’t like this any more than you do. Although you could easily fix this situation all on your own.”
“How?” My brows furrow.
“Move back home. Your parents live a ten-minute walk away. Why are you even living on campus? Give the space to people who actually need it,” he scoffs.
