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)
Ha.
Sully, now done digging through the fridge for a snack, finally turns and turns his attention on me. “How’s it been, neighbor?”
I nod. “Good. No squirrel.”
“No? That’s good. Wouldn’t want to have to go over and beat his ass.”’
I roll my eyes.
Brodie rolls his eyes.
“I mean, there’s a chance it’s going to eat its way through the wall again, if I’m being honest. And when it does I don’t want to be around.”
Seems there’s nothing that’s going to stop that little monster from tormenting our house.
Jill said she heard scratching in her ceiling, I keep hearing him in my wall. Unless…
He has buddies and there’s an entire village full of furry critters in the walls of our house that we don’t know about?
The horrors.
“Where’d you guys go?” I ask Sully and Charlie—the other roommate clearly has no interest in making small talk, already having disappeared to whatever recesses of the house he lives in.
“Downtown for a bit. Blue’s had a live band and a few of the guys went to listen, but…” Charlie shrugs. “We have a meeting in the morning and if we show up hungover, we’ll get our asses chewed out and that’s not how I want to start my weekend.”
They all nod.
“Looks like the two of you have been cozy.” Sully is eating cold noodles out of a container with a plastic fork—not exactly friendly for the environment, but now isn’t the time to start preaching about being eco-friendly.
“Real cozy.” My chin is tilted up, defying either of them to make a single wise-crack.
Brodie’s roommates exchange knowing looks, their grins widening. It's painfully obvious that they're enjoying every moment of this awkward encounter. Still, I’m in no hurry to explain myself to either of these two.
Sully sighs, done with his snack, tossing the container into the sink and wiping his hands on the thigh of his pants.
“Well kids, we’re gonna make ourselves scarce.” He yawns. “See ya in the morning.”
“That was relatively painless,” Brodie mutters at the crown of my head when his roommates walk out of the room.
“Yeah, agree. For whatever reason I thought they would give you more shit?”
He nods. “Because they would normally give me a rash of shit.”
More likely because Sully isn’t a complete ass, as I discovered when I went out with him and has a soft spot for his quiet, broody roommate—and went out of his way to play something of a Hairy Godmother.
“Guess we could go upstairs, too,” Brodie allows, separating himself from my body, the cold woosh of space between us has me wanting to pull him back.
I shiver, feeling the chill to my bones.
“You cold?”
Mmhmm. “For some reason I’m freezing.”
“You want to throw on one of my hoodies when we get upstairs?” He slides an arm around me, then around my waist when we get to the steps, pressed against my back all the way up.
“Is it crazy if I want to take a hot shower?” Here? “Showers always take the chill out of my body.”
It’s facts.
And the thought of taking a shower, getting naked in Brodie’s house—feels really freaking sexy, in my opinion.
I mean, guys’ showers are usually pretty gross but I did give it a lookey-loo last time I was here and it’s not terrible. Someone cleans, though not as well as we do at our place.
“A shower?”
We’re in his bedroom now and I glance around. “Yeah. Do you have a clean towel that doesn’t smell like mildew?” Ha ha.
To my surprise, Brodie goes to his closet to reveal a short stack of towels on the top shelf in his closet, pulls one off the top and gives it a sniff.
“All good. Smells like flowers.”
He hands it to me and I sniff it too. “You actually hide your towels?”
Brodie shrugs. “Wouldn’t you if you lived with four other guys? I don’t know if anyone else even does laundry and I don’t need them taking my shit.” He walks to his desk. “But we do shower a lot at the stadium after practice and shit.”
Makes sense. “Did you shower tonight?”
He nods. “After the game.”
I bow my shoulders, disappointed.
“Truth or dare,” I blurt out, unable to stop my curiosity.
“Truth.” He does not hesitate to not take a dare.
I almost laugh, but I’m kind of nervous, too. “Have you ever showered with anyone?”
Brodie hesitates, then shakes his head. “No.”
I haven’t either. “Have you ever wanted to?”
Is it just me or do I sound demure? Shy, even.
Slowly, he nods.
I raise a brow, clutching the terry cloth towel—which is ginormous and the size of a blanket and will swallow me whole once I’m wrapped up inside it.
“Who hasn’t wanted to get naked in the shower with someone else?”
I’m sure plenty of people don’t want to climb into the shower naked with another person, but I keep that bit to myself, not wanting to debate the topic.