I stare at Turner.
He stares at the LEGOs.
Then he exhales, setting the piece between his fingers down, his shoulders dropping like he’s been holding his breath since I walked into the dining room.
“Um,” he says, blue eyes meeting mine. “I just wanted to, uh—apologize again. For this morning.”
I open my mouth to tell him there is no need, but he seems determined to continue.
“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Or—I don’t know. Shock you. I wasn’t trying to be a creep. I just walked in and there you were, and then there was screaming, and I was screaming and it all happened really fast.”
That about sums it up.
And Luca was right; this seems to have been weighing on his mind.
“You don’t have to apologize. If anything, I should be the one apologizing. This is your house and I…” I clear my throat again, shifting on my feet in the doorway. “I was out there flipping eggs like I own the place. In next to nothing. So.”
“Don’t worry.” His ears go red. “I barely noticed.”
I feel my brows rise at his obvious lie.
He winces. “Fine, I noticed. But I didn’t take a mental screenshot or anything.”
“Mental screenshot?” I repeat, trying not to laugh.
He groans. “Forget I said that. I’m sleep-deprived.” Turner yawns to prove his point, patting his mouth. “See?”
I grin, crossing my arms as I lean a little closer to the table. “Well, thank you for trying not to remember me in my least flattering moment. That was very gentlemanly of you.”
“Don’t know if I’d call it your least flattering moment,” he mutters, barely above a whisper, and I flush.
I glance at the time on my phone and sigh. I’ve been standing here idly longer than I’d planned. “Alright, I should probably keep unpacking before those boxes in my bedroom become permanent side-tables.”
Turner nods. “Yeah. And I should probably keep… building.”
I smile. “Don’t lose Aragorn.”
He shakes his adorable head. “Nope.”
Slipping out of the dining room, I make my way back down the hall, climb the stairs, shutting my bedroom door softly behind me and press my back to it.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Then I grab my phone and text Nova:
Me: I’m screwed.
Nova: Why????
Me: I AM ATTRACTED TO MY ROOMMATE. That’s why!!!
Nova: Well the good news is, it’s as awkward as it’s ever going to be. It can only get better!
Me: I disagree.
Nova: What got you all worked up?
Me: I just walked in on him putting together a LEGO set and it’s so nerdy and cute and… and… it’s been 24 hours. I HAVE LIVED HERE 24 HOURS. It’s TOO SOON to be fantasizing!!!
