“Can I come in?”
“What for?”
He shrugs. “Adam’s cousin came by for a surprise visit. I thought I’d give them some space. So I figured I’d drop by to say hi.”
A gaggle of girls are whispering about us by the bulletin board in the hallway.Great. I give it ten minutes before the entire dorm knows the captain of the basketball team stopped by. And in twenty, the entire campus will think I’m just another name on Wolinski’s body count.
“His cousin?” I eye him suspiciously.
“Dexter Drake. He’s like this soap opera actor from LA.”
I frown. “And you decided your best backup plan was… me?”
He digs through his bag, ignoring me. “I come bearing M&M’s!”
Damn it. He sure knows his way to a girl’s heart.
“Urgh.” I step aside.
He beams at me. “Oh my God, thanks so much for inviting me to hang out! You shouldn’t have.” He looks around. “Wow. This room is…”
“Insanely small compared to yours?”
He makes a sorry face at me and falls back onto Becca’s bed. It’s so weird having him in my space like this. It makes him look huge, too.
He plumps a cushion behind his back. “No new roomie?”
“No. Becca hasn’t told anybody she spends all her time at Carter’s. That way, if she ends up with her ass dumped like Lois did, at least she still has a place to stay.”
“Lewis and I call it ‘getting Kirked.’?” He smirks. “So, that’s cool—you get this place to yourself.”
“Pretty much. Except when random dudes swing by at nine thirty p.m. without a heads-up.” I flash him a smile.
Part of me wishes he weren’t here, since I’m apparently still dealing with my SSS—a.k.a. “sex-starved syndrome.” Judging by the way my lower belly reacts to his stupidly broad shoulders practically spilling over Becca’s bed, it clearly doesn’t take much to set me off these days. But I’ve been wanting to act less moody lately, so I guess this is good practice.
I watch as he carries on inspecting my room. When he gets to the bathroom door, he freezes.
“Holy shit. The bathroom is so small I could practically pee without even getting out of bed.”
I slide the door shut. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Nice nightdress, by the way.”
“It’s a sleep shirt,” I correct, tugging the hem down to cover my knees, yanking up my socks. “But thanks. You could’ve texted, that way I’d at least be properly dressed.”
“And miss this? Never.” He laughs, but his eyes trail down my body, inch by inch, and I almost press my thighs together on reflex. He blinks, then nudges his chin toward my laptop. “Were you watching a series?”
“A movie.”
“So, shedoesactually do more than just read!”
“It’s a movie based on a book, if that makes you feel better.”
He widens his eyes. “So, let me get this straight—while I’m spending hours reading pages and pages of stuff, I could just be chilling on my bed watching movies? Nice hack, Carrie!”
“Most books never make it to the screen, you moron.”
“Does it have romance?” He takes in my expression. “Scratch that. Of course it does. Can I watch along?”
