“Oh.” That actually made sense. She would know because we used to be suitemates and shared the same bathroom. We often borrowed each other’s products if one of us ran out.
“Are you almost ready? We need to leave soon.”
“Oh goodness. You need to take a shower, and I’ve been hogging it. I’m so sorry.” I practically flee the bathroom.
“You’re fine. I’ll be fast.” The door closes behind him, and I take a deep breath.
Get ahold of yourself, Tessa.
I make the bed I slept in and straighten the room. True to his word, the bathroom door opens only minutes later. “I just have to grab—” The words die on my tongue when he steps out of the bathroom with only a towel around his lower half. I catch myself staring and drop my head, feeling my face flush hot.
“I just have to throw on clothes, and I’ll be ready.”
“Okay,” I manage to squeak out and rush into the bathroom. I make quick work of putting everything away and finishing my makeup quickly. I do my best to cover the bruising on my face. Since my hair is still wet, I throw it in a messy bun on top of my head. I wipe the sink down and hang up the towels we used. When I finish, I feel his presence. I look over to the door and see him leaning against the doorframe, looking incredibly sexy in his jeans and long-sleeved blue soccer shirt.
“I could get used to this,” he says in a low voice.
“What?” I ask, breathless.
“Sharing a bathroom and getting ready together for the day.”
Chapter 19
Tessa
Slater’s words stay with me all the way back to campus. We're both quiet, which is unusual for me. But I feel so off. First, I spent the night at the guys’ house. That in and of itself is weird. Then there’s the issue of him having all my products in his bathroom; that’s weirding me out probably the most. No, that’s not true. What’s throwing me off the most is his comment about sharing a bathroom and getting ready for the day.
“You’re quiet,” he says when we’re almost to campus.
“Just thinking.”
I feel him glance over at me. “About?”
I’m not really sure what to tell him. “Everything.”
“I brought painkillers for you. Are you sure I can’t stop and grab something for you to eat?”
He asked when we first got in the truck. I didn’t want food then, and I don’t want it now. “I’m good, thanks; but I’ll take that medicine from you when we stop.” He pulls onto campus and through security. “I have to go to my dorm to get my bag.”
“Okay.”
He stops outside my dorm. “Thanks, Slater. Have a good one.” I open my door and slip out. Before I can close the door, he catches my gaze.
“I’ll wait for you and drive you to your first class.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I want to.”
I stare at him a moment. “Okay.” I leave him behind and make my way inside. I make it to my room and quickly pack my bag, throw it over my shoulder, and make my way back outside.True to his word, Slater’s still waiting for me. I hop in and drop my bag at my feet and tell him which building I’m headed to. “You can drop me here,” I tell him when we get close. “That way you don’t get stuck in traffic.”
“I was going to walk you in.”
“Oh. Why?” I ask.
“I want to.” His words just add to my confusion, but I stay quiet. When we stop, he turns to me. “Here.” He hands two pills and another water bottle. I swallow the pills and drink several sips of water.
“Do you want it back?” I offer the water bottle back to him.
