I’ve composed about eight different text messages to him before erasing each and every one. I mean, it’s not like we’re going out or anything. I think it’s already been established that a relationship between us isn’t going to work. But we are kind of friends… right? And friends checkup on each other…. So, that being said, maybe I should just make sure he’s okay.
Grabbing the pillow from under my head with both hands, I yank it over my face before screaming into it. I’m seriously starting to drive even myself crazy with this ridiculousness. And it’s so unlike me, I almost can’t stand it.
After a few contemplative moments, I throw the pillow off my head before pouncing on the phone. Before I can give myself too much time to think, because if I do, I’ll keep on waffling and drive myself mad, I quickly stab in the words. Then I hit send before collapsing onto my bed and huffing out a great big breath of air.
Ridiculous.
I am acting totally ridiculous.
And I hate it.
This isn’t me. I’m not one of these silly girls who obsesses about a boy or stalks them around campus. Unfortunately, I seem to be doing a damn good impression of one.
When my phone doesn’t immediately ping with an incoming message, I nibble at my lower lip. Well, what did I really expect? It’s midnight. He’s probably sleeping. And I am acting like a total loser.
A Roan King groupie.
Ouch…
That stings.
Both my pride and my sensibilities.
Just as I grab my pillow from the floor where I’ve thrown it, my phone finally dings. And yeah, I all but fall on it in my haste.
I’m fine. Thanks for asking.
Is he really fine? Does he want to talk for a while? Do guys even like talking when something is bothering them? I have no idea. I don’t remember spending a lot of time with Finn talking about stuff.
But still, I can’t resist asking…
Do you want to talk?
One minute, then two slowly tick by. When there’s no response after three angst filled minutes, I carefully set my phone back on the nightstand before rolling over and curling up into a ball. Then I squeeze my eyes tightly shut hoping that sleep will finally come now that I’ve reached out to him.
A light knock on our apartment door has my eyes flying open and me jumping out of bed because I know it has to be Roan. I mean, who the heck else would it be? Racing to the door, I quickly yank it open. And there he is on the other side, looking just as rumpled as I probably do. Although Roan looks decidedly sexy in a pair of low slung athletic shorts and nothing else.
Nothing.
Else.
Cue the saliva.
I gulp as my eyes crawl over the wide expanse of his naked chest.
Holy hell but he’s gorgeous...
In much the same way I’ve just checked him out, his eyes skim over me and I’m suddenly reminded of the fact that I’m wearing a body hugging tank top and boy shorts panties. A chill sweeps through me as my nipples harden into fine little points. When his gaze slowly meanders its way back up to mine, heat fills my cheeks at his obvious perusal.
“Looking good, Ivy. Thanks for the invite.”
Not knowing what else to say, I roll my eyes before grabbing his hand and dragging him into the apartment. Quickly I bolt the door before we head straight back to my room. As I pass by Lexie’s closed door, I can’t help but wonder what happened with the pregnancy test. I’m sure they must have come out while I was gone, but the door was firmly closed when I returned from dinner and I didn’t want to disturb them. I figure Lexie will tell me what happened when I see her tomorrow.
It’s softly that I close my bedroom door before turning to Roan who has already made himself comfortable on my bed. He’s totally stretched out on my side of the mattress next to the nightstand table. Even though it’s dark, with only moonlight to filter in through the window I still haven’t bothered to buy a shade for, I cock a brow.
“When I said- do you want to talk, it wasn’t code for- do you want to have sex.” Because if that’s what he thinks is going to be happening, then I’ll be kicking him out on his ass.
Unfazed by my sharp tone, he chuckles before patting the sheets next to him. “Jesus Christ, Ivy, I’m not interested in boning you.”
Oh... My brows draw together as I wrap my mind around those words. “You’re not?”
He laughs softly at my confusion. “Alright, allow me to rephrase that- I’m not interested in boning you tonight. Tomorrow we can go back to me wanting to get you naked.”
Snorting, I hesitantly make my way towards the bed. And a very sexy Roan who’s lying on it. “That is so damn romantic. You just make my heart go pitter patter all day long.”