جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

Why is this happening to me?The world’s biggest jerk is standing in my apartment. Correction—he’s my roommate. My life officially can’t get worse.Fox looks as shocked as I am, carton of milk in hand, staring at me like I’ve invaded his space. I glare back, my pulse racing.“What the f*ck! What are you doing in my apartment?” he barks.“Your apartment?” I snap. The worst part is, despite his attitude, I still find myself checking him out. Why? Why am I attracted to someone like him?For goodness’ sake, he’s a colossal *ssh*l*. A hot one, but still.“What are you doing here?” he demands, stepping closer. He’s taller than I thought, towering over me with an air of intimidation I try not to acknowledge.“Are you always an *ssh*l*?” I ask, irritation evident on my face. I’ve never been this irritated by another person.“Are you going to f*ck*ng answer me or not?” he demands further. “What are you doing in my apartment?”“This is my apartment, Fox. And if we’re going to be roommates, you

Flanked by two jocky guys with way too much swagger for this early in the day. A new girl—blonde this time, not the redhead from before—slides in beside Fox and rests her head on his shoulder like she’s claiming territory. It’s the kind of high school behavior I thought people grew out of.I quickly avert my gaze and turn back to Nat and Landon. Landon looks tense, his shoulders stiff, eyes fixed on the table like it personally offended him.“You okay?” I ask quietly.“Nope,” he says, taking a long drink from his water bottle.“Is it because of Fox?” I press.Nat perks up. “Wait—you know Fox?”I sigh. “Yeah. He’s my roommate.”Both of their jaws drop.“No shit?” they say in unison.Landon leans forward. “He’s the roommate you were talking about?”I nod. “That’s him. He’s a homophobic jerk. And…” I hesitate, my voice dipping. “Kind of ridiculously good-looking, which makes it all worse.”Nat snorts. “Yeah, he’s a total dick,” she says, snatching a chip from Landon’s bag like she owns i

I try not to panic as I think of 300 reasons Fox is in my bed. Shirtless. My pulse races and my mind spins out of control as I take in the scene. Fox, lying there so casually, with his arm draped over my waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His body heat lingers against my skin, sending conflicting waves of discomfort and something else—something I don’t want to admit—through me.I take a moment to actually study him, and for a second, I can’t help but admire him. His fair skin almost glows against the early morning light streaming through my curtains. His long eyelashes cast soft shadows across his face, giving him an angelic appearance that contradicts everything I know about him. His hair, dark brown and tousled, falls just above his eyebrows, which are furrowed in a sleepy expression.His arm tightens ever so slightly around me, and a surge of panic flashes through my chest. I don’t want him to wake up and find me like this—staring at him, heart racing, completely

A man steps inside—tall, sharply dressed in a tailored gray Armani suit that looks like it costs more than my entire scholarship. His salt-and-pepper hair is perfectly styled, not a strand out of place. His icy blue eyes scan the room with practiced authority. Eyes that look exactly like Fox’s. My stomach tightens. The man’s gaze sweeps over the living room—past the empty bottles, the lingering smoke—and finally lands on me. Sharp. Calculating. Fox sees him too. “Oh, shit,” he mutters, springing to his feet so fast he nearly knocks the girl off his lap. The cigarette disappears into a nearby cup, and he smooths down his shirt like that will erase the mess around him. Blaze and Carter scramble to their feet next, both of them ditching their cigarettes like they’ve just remembered how lungs work. The blonde girl squeaks and bolts down the hall, likely to throw on something that isn’t someone else’s T-shirt. The energy in the room shifts instantly—smoke and swagger replaced