Page 34 of Campus Daddies
Immediately, my anxiety is lessened by the sight of two beds. Thank God. At least we won’t have to share or fight over who gets the floor. I sigh once the door is closed behind us.
Knight drops his bag on his bed and smiles at me. “I have a meeting in thirty. You don’t mind if I clean up first? Then, I’ll be out of your hair for a while.”
That drops the rest of my tension from my shoulders, and I roll my bag over to my bed. “Yeah. Go ahead.”
Once he disappears inside, I immediately text Jordan.
OMG. I just got to the city, and I’m sharing a room with the Golden Boy. WTF. I’m trying not to freak.
She pings me back almost immediately.
Holy shit. What happened?
Only room left. He’s got a meeting, but God, I have to spend two nights with him.
Are you sharing a bed, too? I’d be down for that.
I rub my eyes, knowing she would go there. She always says just what’s on her mind. I do like that about her, but gah…
No! No, no, no. Not happening! He’s a professor.
Oh, who cares about that?
Me. I do. Have your daydreams, but don’t go trying to talk me into doing anything stupid. I have one more year to graduate.
Hey, if no one knows, there’s no trouble to get in. I say let loose and have fun.
You are absolutely no help. None!
And Jordan just sends back a string of emojis that reflects what I’m thinking. She’s absolutely bonkers. I love having her as my friend.
By the time I’ve got her switched to other topics, like the guy in her sociology class she’s crushing on, Knight is out of the bathroom, hair freshly washed, clothes changed. He looks fresh and well… hot.
Meeting his gaze when I should be avoiding his eyes only makes him smile at me.
“All yours.”
“Thanks. I’m going to order in. You’ll be eating while you’re out, right?”
“I will be. Yes.” And the way his gaze lingers on me for a beat longer has my skin heating up.
I grab my pajamas and slip past him to the bathroom for somerealprivacy. “Have fun at your meeting. And don’t worry. I won’t wait up.”
Winking before I close the door behind me doesn’t block his laughter.
The shower relaxes me, and I love the feeling of being clean before going to bed. But my stomach rumbles before I get there. Room service has outrageous prices, but still, I get a burger and onion rings.
They’re juicy and delicious, and I’m in the perfect food coma by the time I crawl into bed. The TV is on low—the American Movie Classics channel—and I nestle in to doze. Unfortunately, I don’t fall asleep right away.
And an hour later, I’m still mostly aware when Knight returns. He tries to stay quiet and doesn’t even turn on the light when he comes in. I pretend to be asleep because I simply don’t want the awkward exchange.
A little shuffling later, and I hear him get into bed, the TV left on without question.
Okay. Points for being considerate.
Funnily enough, once he’s settled in bed, I seem to fall straight to sleep. I don’t have time to unpack that knowledge, but my dreams center around Knight—all strange and tense with an abnormal amount of hand holding.
In the morning, a brand-new tension is mounting. I packed for a shared room, but one with a girl who wouldn’t care about my short shorts or lack of bra. Because your girl refuses to sleep in one of those contraptions, as lovely and helpful as they can be during the day. Just no.
