“I notice everything, Drew. When you get home on a weekday, you kick off your heels by the door, leave your bag on a stool, and make a beeline for sweet treats. On the weekends, you wake up, grab a coffee from the machine, spend around twenty minutes on your skin routine—which is way too much since you’re already flawless—and then decide on which sugar kick you’re going for this time.”
I have no words.
But I am thanking past Drew right now for never taking my apartment key back from Will.
“They’re for hot chocolate,” Will clarifies as I stare into my refrigerator, mesmerized and flummoxed over how much time he must have spent thinking up flavors. “I get there might be some that don’t usually go with milk chocolate, so I restocked your cupboards with white and dark chocolate drinks too. Oh, and I organized your sprinkles because, damn, Baby, you have a collection going on.”
“I love you,” I declare, opening the jar labeledStrawberry Fucking Cheesecakeand chuckle. Ugh, it smells insanely good.
“I know you do. I think I’d love me too, to be honest.”
I deadpan even though he can’t see me. “Annnd then your uncontrollable ego has to go and ruin it.”
Will starts talking about the game and how excited he is to see June tonight, and I close the refrigerator, turning on my heel for the fastest outfit change in history when I slam into a muscular wall, heading in the opposite direction down my hallway.
“Shit, Drew.” A deep voice I recognize from our multiple work phone calls cuts through my daze.
“Silas?”
Dressed in black pants and a light-gray jacket and shirt, he runs a hand through his light-brown hair.
Interesting …
I’m about to pose the obvious question—asking what he’s doing here, especially with a game in less than two hours—when Vesper appears in her doorway, looking … kind of flustered and annoyed, if I’m honest.
“I was just stopping by with a gift for Vesper,” Silas quietly explains.
Vesper’s eyes dart to the awkward hunk still blocking my path to the bedrooms.
“Gift?”
“For my birthday,” my friend answers at the same time Silas says, “Early Christmas present.”
I quirk a brow at them both, and Silas takes the opportunity to slip past me and out of the front door with a rushed goodbye.
At this point, both my new roommate and I are now really late to the game.
“So, shall we have this conversation now or later, when we get home from the arena?” I tease, casually leaning against the wall.
Whenever I allude to Silas, Vesper always shifts on her feet or tries to change the subject, but today, she brushes my words off like they didn’t even happen.
“You know Silas and I go back a long way, and he was literally just leaving when you got here.”
I press my lips together, trying desperately not to smirk. My friend is givingleave itvibes right now, and I’m too curious to drop the subject.
“Is it normal practice for him to deliver said gift directly to your bedroom orrrr …”
Her eyes drop to the phone in my hand and?—
Fuck,Will!
“Hello?” Will’s now yelling through the speaker when I put it to my ear, and sure enough, Vesper seizes the opportunity to disappear out of sight.
“Shit, sorry,” I whisper back, stepping inside my bedroom and closing the door behind me.
“I thought you’d entered into a sugar coma or something,” he jokes.
For the briefest moment, I consider telling Will what—or who—really stole my attention.
