Page 103 of Unlocked Dive
Me: So? It’s bigger than a dorm room. Isn’t sharing a room one of those classic college experiences I’m supposed to be having?
Five minutes later, he still hasn’t answered, and I’m starting to sweat from more than just the lack of air conditioning.
Me: jk.
Still nothing. He hasn’t even read the text.
Fuck. Why did I think it was a good idea to taunt him? I jump out of bed and almost trip over the box fan in the doorway. Fucking things are all over the apartment, and they barely do shit.
Me: Ignore me.
Me: I’m an idiot.
Me: There’s no roommate.
I pace the living room, eyes glued to my screen. Should I call him? Should I hop on a plane back to California and climb naked into his bed and refuse to let him make me leave ever again?
I should calm the fuck down.
Yeah, that’s not happening.
The phone is halfway to my ear when the front door flies open, and I’m suddenly staring at a very large, very pissed off, verybeautifulman.
“Where. The fuck. Is he?”
Thank fucking god.
And also,oh no.
Because that’s not just heat in his eyes, that’s rage. An inferno of green lit by lightning gold.
“You’re here,” I say. Rather stupidly. His hair is unbound and he’s wearing jeans and one of those threadbare T-shirts that make me want to lick him, andis that my duffel bag slung over his chest?
“Obviously. Stop fucking around and let me in.”
Fucking around? Is he serious?
Actually, I probablydeserve that.
“It’s your apartment.”
“Good point.” He pushes past me and scans the living room, eyes narrowing on the half-open bedroom door when he sees I’m alone.
“Is he in my bedroom?”
Hisbedroom?
“Byrd. There’s no one else here.”
Turning to look at me—finally—he frowns.
“You pierced your nipples.” A menacing step closer. “Did you do that for him?”
Okay. This is getting ridiculous.
“Coen. There is no Thor. Well, there is, but he’s not my roommate. I mean…” I shake my head. “Thor is a dildo.”
Some of the tightly wound tension leaves his body, replaced by wary suspicion.
