Page 49 of Keeping Skylar
He releases a deep, velvety laugh that sends a shiver cascading down my spine. “Playing the guitar is a hobby, but cooking is my passion. Just whatever you do, please don’t ask me to sing.” He smirks.
“Duly noted!” I say with a chuckle, clapping my hands together as a signal to move things along. “Alright, come on—I’ll show you the rest of the place.” I lead him to the laundry next, which is tucked neatly away inside a cupboard, before making our way to the main bathroom. We quickly pass by my bedroom, which I’ve kept closed off throughout the entire tour. I’m justnot comfortable having a complete stranger peering into my personal space yet.
We finally stop in front of his room, where he takes his time surveying the space—the queen-sized bed, mirrored built-in wardrobe, chest of drawers, and a study desk.
He walks over to the bed and sinks onto the edge, bouncing slightly as if testing the firmness. I linger in the doorway, quietly watching as he takes it all in, a small, unreadable smile playing on his lips.
“What do you think? Does it meet your standards?” I ask nervously. The satisfied grin across his face tells me that he’s more than pleased with the room. “It surpasses all my expectations. You’ve done a fantastic job with the place, Skylar. It looks amazing.”
Moments later, he gets up and walks past me to where his belongings are by the front door. He takes them into the room and sets them down on the floor.
“I’ve left your set of keys and the fob to get into the building and underground garage on your desk. Did you drive here?”
“I did. I parked on the street as I wasn’t sure how to get into the garage.”
“I can show you later today, once you’re all settled in. The apartment comes with two parking spots, another one of its many perks. In the meantime, if there isn’t anything else, I’ll leave you to get unpacked. I’ll be in my room just across the hallway if you need me.” I point towards the closed door.
He smiles and nods. “Thank you, Skylar, for welcoming me into your home. I know that wasn’t an easy decision, but I promise you won’t regret it.” His words are filled with sincerity, and for some strange reason, I find myself believing him.
I exit his room and walk towards mine. Once I’m in the comfort of my bedroom, I grab my phone from the bedside tableand flop down on the bed. I decide to send a quick message to the group, letting them know of Heath’s arrival.
Me:Guess who just moved into the building?
Mila:Oh my God! Is he hot? Tell me now!
Me:Like you wouldn’t believe it.
I’m not exaggerating. Until this morning, Heath was just a voice—a smooth, sexy one at that—without a face. Now, his alluring features are permanently etched in my mind.
Mila:We need a photo, pronto!
Kirstin:Aww ... Mila, is your boyfriend not doing it for you?
Mila:Of course, he does. I’m just curious.
Kirstin:Sure you are, whore!
Me:I’m not taking a photo. That’s just creepy and not to forget—an invasion of privacy! Just no!
Mila:What happened to you?
Just as I’m about to send another text, Heath knocks on my door. I leap out of my bed and quickly check my appearance in the mirror before opening the door.
I take in his new outfit: the black t-shirt and fitted jeans are replaced by a casual navy hooded jumper and ripped blue jeans that cling to his strong, muscular legs. The scent of his cologne—a perfect mix of woody and citrusy notes—fill the air, and I can’t help but close my eyes for a moment, appreciating how good it smells.
He runs a hand over the back of his neck, his expression almost shy. “Hey, I’m sorry for interrupting, but I’m just about to run to the store to get a few things and wanted to see if you needed anything?”
“Oh. Umm ... I actually did some groceries a couple of days ago, so I should be okay for now. Thanks for asking though.”
He nods and offers a coy smile. “No worries. Well, umm ... just text me if you come up with anything.” He hesitates for beat longer, as if he wants to say more, but ultimately decides to turn and leave.
I watch him grab his phone, wallet and keys from the top of his drawers before walking out the door, leaving me to mourn the sudden loss of his presence.
I’m completely and utterly screwed!
CHAPTER 21
Heath
