Level Up – Franklin U 2 Read Online Max Walker

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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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A question popped into my head. “Hold up. What are you even doing in a dorm? Shouldn’t you be living in some beachside mansion off campus somewhere?” Ryan started to unpack his underwear. All white and black Tom Ford briefs.

Not that I was taking notes or anything.

“I’m telling you, I’m not who you think I am.”

“So you’re not the son of Christopher Redpine? One of the richest business owners in America?”

He sucked his bottom lip. “Alright, so maybe I’m a little bit of who you think I am. But there’s way more to me than that.”

“That’s really all I need to know.” I forgot about the pizza and kicked off my shoes. I went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth and get into bed.

All of a sudden, Ryan appeared in the bathroom with me. The space was tight. We were practically shoulder to shoulder in the skinny mirror. I stepped to the side, pushing myself against the wall.

“Well, there’s a lot more about me that you should know,” he said, looking at me through the mirror. “Starting with the fact that I’m not big on leeching off my parents. Yeah, they offered a place for me to stay, but I wanted the full college experience. So I decided to stick to the dorms.”

“So you paid for that suitcase and expensive underwear all your self?”

“You were looking at my underwear?” he said, smirking at me.

“I, uh… no. I wasn’t.”

“Riggght.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I barely wear them. I like free-balling it.”

Heat rushed up my chest. I ignored it as best I could.

He put his little toothbrush stand opposite mine, taking out a beaten-up tube of toothpaste that looked to be begging to be put out of its misery. “If you want to borrow a pair, let me know. Used or new. I don’t care.”

I nearly choked on my saliva. “No, I don’t want to wear your sweaty underwear.”

Was that convincing enough?

I brushed my teeth as quickly as I could and left the bathroom, going straight to my bed. This was all way too much for me right now. I couldn’t really believe it, but then again, crazier shit had happened to me in my life. This was one more thing to throw in the bucket.

Ryan came back out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later. He quickly made his bed and got his side of the nightstand set up with a phone charger. I laid in my bed as if it were a coffin, arms at my side and eyes staring straight up at the popcorn ceiling. At least he’d probably be moved back to his dorm once the flooding damage was fixed. How long could that possibly take? A week? Two—at most? I could survive that.

“Mind if I sleep in my boxers?” Ryan asked, already taking off his shirt.

“I thought you go commando?”

“I’m trying to be respectful here.” He winked at me. “I could be the complete opposite if you ask nicely.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sleep however you want,” I said. He pulled off his shirt and neatly folded it onto the pale wooden chair in front of his desk.

I glanced over and nearly rolled off my bed. His back was… majestic. Holy shit. Muscular and ripped, broad shoulders, with those two little dips of muscle that pointed down toward his ass. There was even a row of light brown freckles making a constellation between his shoulder blades.

Then he turned around, and it was truly game over.

I needed the Jaws of Life to pry my eyes off his perfect six-pack and firm chest. His dark little happy trail seared itself into my brain. I heard him unzip his shorts and drop them to the floor. It was like Pavlov’s dog, except instead of being conditioned to drool at the sound of a bell, I was conditioned to get hard at the sound of pants dropping. Especially when they belonged to a ripped jock with a sunshine-bright smile and emerald-green eyes.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

This was going to be way harder than I thought.

“Good night, roomie.” He got into his bed and turned off the lights.

“Night,” I said, palming my erection under the sheets and wondering how the hell I was going to get out of this while keeping all of my morals intact.

Chapter Four

Ryan

I took a big bite of my ham-and-cheese bagel right as my character got whacked in the face by a massive sword, the screen fading to red. Damn. I had to start this level over again. I leaned back against the wall, stretched out my legs on the bed, and focused on the handheld game in my hands.

Two weeks had passed, and I still wasn’t back in my dorm.

Not that I was complaining. Although Jay definitely was. Loudly. And frequently.

It was kind of cute.



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