Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Wow. This conversation escalated quickly—why would your brain go there?” Honestly, how many times has this guy been hit in the head with a hockey stick? Does he have no filter? No sense of boundaries? Lord. “Brodie and I are neighbors—we are not dating, and we’re not having sex.”
“So what if you’re neighbors,” he says nonchalantly. “Charlie was fucking one of your roommates, now that I think about it.”
My mouth gapes open.
He’s so casual about it! As if it were any of his business.
“Well…” My voice trails off as silence fills the hallway. “It was good to meet you, Sully.” I shuffle my bare feet. “Best get back to the room.”
“What’s the rush?” He tilts his head. “You just gonna hole yourself up in there the way he does? Why don’t you come down and watch a movie with us?”
Watch a movie with a bunch of random dudes in their living room, wearing a tank top and sleep shorts? I don’t think so.
“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll hang out in there with him.” I point at Brodie’s bedroom door. “Less awkward.”
Sully studies me. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
I actually don’t know where to find him, but I get what he means. It’s not a large house—he’d be easy to hunt down.
Sully smiles, revealing a perfect row of teeth and instantly my mind goes to the collection of colorful plastic retainer containers on the bathroom counter and I wonder if one of them belongs to him.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll make yourself known,” I tease him. “You don’t strike me as the quiet type.”
He grins wider. “I’m not.”
Wiggles his brows.
I roll my eyes. “Oh brother.”
That makes him laugh. “God, you’re cute.” He hesitates. “Are you sure you don’t want to hang out with us downstairs? It would be way more fun.”
“I have no doubt about that, but I’m good. Thanks.”
He’s still in no rush to go inside the bathroom, tapping on the doorframe twice as he slowly walks through it.
“Okay then.” He sure is darn cute. “Catch you around, Lizzy neighbor girl.”
The way he says, ‘Lizzy neighbor girl,’ almost causes me to shiver because when is the last time a guy like this paid any attention to me? Don’t get me wrong; I get asked out all the time. Just not by…big, tall, athletic types who could probably fuck for days without breaking a sweat.
The door begins to close, and he catches my eye one last time before shutting it all the way.
Reluctantly.
I let my back hit the wall. “Oh lord.”
I'm in big trouble if there are more guys like Sully in this house.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BRODIE
Sully: Dude, what’s up with Lizzy?
The text comes in as soon as she slips back through my door and says, “I just met your roommate Sully in the hallway.” She pauses. “He winked at me.”
Me: What about her?
Sully: Is she actually spending the night in your room?
Me: Yeah I’m helping her out.
Sully: Like ACTUALLY helping her out? Or “helping” her out?
Me: Don’t be an idiot.
Sully: I’m being serious, dude—she’s kind of hot.
Kind of hot?
What the fuck? Lizzy isn’t kind of anything. She is.
She is hot.
Me: So?
Sully: Seriously, dude, you make me wonder sometimes.
Me: Wonder about what?
Sully: Wonder how you can have a chick like that in your room and not wreck that shit.
Jesus. I hate when they talk like this—when they put every female who walks through this door in the same category: like nobodies. Like they’re only in this house to have sex with.
Me: No one says “wreck that” anymore
Sully: Except everyone says that. Wreck that pussy. Hit it or quit it. Tap that ass.
Me: LOL knock it off, asshole.
Sully: Seriously. You’re just going to sit in your room and awkwardly stare at her?
Me: I’m not sitting here staring at her. She’s reading, and I’m…
I’m…
What am I doing?
Nothing, actually—but I’m gonna, as soon as I’m done texting this idiot. Once I figure out how I’m supposed to act with a girl hanging out in my room—and what I should do with myself so I don’t come off like a creep or a weirdo.
I’m boring, okay?
I barely drink, I don’t go out trying to have sex with randoms that I’m not trying to have a relationship with, I’m not loud and I don’t seek out attention like so many of my teammates, including the ones I live in a house with.
Those are the facts.
Sully: Your doing what?
It takes a bit of self-control not to correct his grammar and send him a *You’re simply to be an asshole.
Me: Watching a movie
Sully: Which one, maybe I wanna watch it
Me: When have you ever wanted to watch a movie with me in my room?
Sully: Since you have a cute girl in there, you fucking dullard.
Where did he learn a word like dullard?
Me: Are you seriously texting me while you’re taking a dump?