Page 125 of Bad Crush
“Training?”
“Hockey.”
Also known as my new favorite sport. What I wouldn’t give to see him slam someone into the boards. My sex clenches. Woah. Yeah, okay, maybe that’s me I just pictured being slammed up against a wall by this guy. Any old wall will do.
“We’re having a party at our place tonight. You should come.”
“I wish I could.”
“Hot date?” he asks.
I’ve never regretted having plans more in my entire life.
“Got it. Of course. Makes sense.”
“Another time. You can meet my roommate Dakota, too.”
“Can’t wait.” He hands the box back to me and then reaches around to open the door for me. “Guess I’ll be seeing you.”
He looks over his shoulder once more before he goes into the apartment across from ours.
I let out a long breath, walk inside, and drop the box on the floor.
“Oh, good. I hope that one has toilet paper in it.” Dakota lifts the flaps and rummages around until she pulls out some of our bathroom supplies.
I stare back toward the doorway.
“Reagan? Hello? Are you okay? Did you get too hot? I turned the air conditioning on, but it’s going to take a few minutes to cool down in here. One hundred and ten degrees. Ugh.” She’s going on and on, and I’m still standing staring toward my new hot neighbor’s apartment, a little stunned.
“Rea? Can you shut the door? Otherwise, the AC is kind of pointless.”
“Sorry.” I shake my head.
“Take a seat and cool off. I got it.”
I’m burning from the inside. Holy hell. My heart’s racing and I can’t seem to catch my breath.
“Rea? You’re scaring me.” Dakota steps in front of me and places a hand on either shoulder. “Did something happen?”
I nod.
“Whose ass do I need to kick?” She glances back at the doorway and then to me again.
Opening my mouth, I can’t find words.
She gives my shoulders a shake. “Call the cops or grab my switchblade? What kind of situation are we dealing with?”
Well, that snaps me out of it. “You have a switchblade?”
“Focus.” Another gentle shake.
“I’m fine. Don’t cut anyone and definitely don’t call the cops.” I fan my shirt away from my chest. Sweat trickles down in between my boobs.
“You scared the crap out of me. Did you get too hot or what?”
“No. I met a boy. A very cute one.”
“Already?” She glances toward the still open door, walks to it, and looks out. “No one. I see no one. Hot boys!” She holds her hand up to her mouth and calls. “Where are you?”
