Snow Balled – Roommates Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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Later in the afternoon before dinner, I retreated to my room to make some phone calls. When I was done, I heard a knock at the door. “It’s open.”

Drew stood there, obviously fresh from the shower. A pleasant soapy scent filled the room.

“You shaved.”

He ran his hand over his jawline. “Yeah. It was getting a little scruffy. Of course, it also provides some protection when your friends pelt you with snowballs.”

I grinned. It had been too much fun to apologize.

“Can I come in?”

He was always so polite about things like that. “You gave up this room for me—I think that gives you the right to come in whenever you’d like.” A sudden image of him walking in here in the middle of the night filled my mind. Instead of worrying me, like the thought would’ve done before, it intrigued me a little. What would it feel like to sleep in his arms again? To feel his body stretched out next to mine?

“Sierra?”

“What?”

“I said, maybe you and I can make dinner together tonight.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “That’s probably a good idea.” Usually, we took turns, but Tristan had made several meals in a row, so he deserved a break. “Got any clue what we should make?”

I scooted back on the bed toward the pillow to make room for him. He sat next to me, one knee up on the bed as he faced me. “I hoped you’d have an idea.”

I bit my lip as I thought it over, but nothing immediately came to mind. I wasn’t a great cook, as the guys well knew. Still, we had options. Most of the fresh food was gone, but there was plenty in the freezer and the pantry.

When I looked up, Drew studied me in a way that made me think he wasn’t planning a menu. “What’s up?”

“Would you like to go on a date?” His words came out in a rush, and he looked away at the last second, which was pretty damn adorable.

A date. I hadn’t really thought about what would happen after our time together was over. They were based in San Francisco, but that was only a short flight from LA. “That would be really nice,” I said finally. “Maybe the next time I’m in your area, we could—”

“No, here. A date here. Tomorrow evening.”

“Here?”

“With all of us,” he said in a rush, as if wanting to forestall any misunderstanding.

“With all of you,” I repeated slowly, thinking it over.

“Is that too weird?”

“No…” My answer came before I’d fully thought it through. “I don’t think so. Is it weird for you?”

Drew’s gaze dropped to the bedding between us. “It’s kind of a new concept for me.”

“But not for Tristan and Carter?”

He shook his head, and I wasn’t surprised.

“But for some reason, it sort of feels right,” he said slowly, as if testing his conclusions. “But only if it does for you, too.”

“Yes,” I said, finally answering his question “I’d like to go on a date with you three.”

“Good.” His smile warmed my heart, and fired up a few other body parts as well.

“So where does one go on a date around here? Seems like my cabin and the snow fort are both out of the question.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I think your little hideout will be out of commission for a while. Which serves you right.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

“Anyway, we’ll just try to make it as much of an occasion here as we can. Carter’s going to cook dinner, and—”

“Excuse me,” I interrupted. “Carter’s cooking?” As far as I knew, he hadn’t done much more than assemble a sandwich since I got here.

“It’s his date night meal—the only decent meal he can make. Back home at the office, it was well known that he trotted it out every time he wanted to get laid.” Drew ended that sentence by turning beet red. “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” I assured him, though he looked so cute when he was embarrassed. Cute only applied to his face, though. I was well aware that there was a gorgeous, ripped, extremely well-proportioned man sitting on my bed. “So, we’ll have a nice dinner and what, watch a movie together?”

“We’re still figuring out the agenda,” he said. “We want to make it special, you know, so we’ll be on our best behavior and dress up. Our goal is to trick you into thinking we’re gentlemen.”

He winked when he said that last part, but my mind was stuck on something else he’d said. “Dress up?”

Drew nodded, not seeing the issue. “I mean, we don’t have formalwear, but we’re all going to wear the nicest things we have. We each at least have a dress shirt for important video calls or the like.”

My heart sank. “For me, dressing up is a choice between oversized sweatpants or ripped leggings.”

He took my hand. “You look gorgeous no matter what you wear, Sierra.”



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