Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“You’re single, right?” He wants to know.
Lizzy nods. “Yes, I’m single.”
“Like. Actually single or ‘single.’” He uses quotation marks when he says it again, implying that she could be in an open relationship or willing to cheat.
She laughs. “Yes, actually single.”
“Cool.” He’s nodding along as if more words were coming. “Have any plans this weekend?”
Plans this weekend?
He and I have plans this weekend—we have a game. Or have his hormones clouded his judgment?
“We have a game this weekend,” I remind him.
Sully doesn’t look fazed. “Right, right…” He clears his throat. “What I meant was, do you have any plans tomorrow night?”
Lizzy looks at me, then looks at Sully.
Then glances at me again.
She shakes her pretty head. “Nope, no plans tomorrow night.”
She’s talking slowly, measuring her words, and I can tell she has no idea where he’s going with this line of questioning—and furthermore, neither do I.
“Let’s go somewhere and eat tomorrow then, eh? You and me.”
Her eyes get wide. From surprise? From excitement? Hard to say, but in my opinion, Sully is embarrassing himself, and I’m glad she recognizes the fact that he’s being a fucking tool. Just when I think she’s about to say no she—
“Sure. I could eat.”
Agrees with him.
Just like that. No discussion on the topic, no hesitating.
Sully taps the doorjamb and grins, shooting those goddamn pearly whites at her—then at me—happy as a pig in shit, and I know if Lizzy weren’t lying on the bed watching him, he would have yanked his towel off and snapped me with it, the same way he’s done dozens of times, just to be a shithead.
“Sweet! We’ll link up later.” Another tap to the door. “You kids behave in here. Hands to yourselves. Or not.”
Link up later.
What does that even mean?
I honestly can’t fucking believe my roommate just asked Lizzie out on a date. Sure he disguised it as something casual… Grabbing a bite to eat? Not likely. The douchebag is going to try to sleep with her afterward, I just know it. I know how he operates, and it makes me sick to my stomach.
Why do I even give a shit?
It’s not like I have a thing for her. Oh wait, I do have a thing for her—or at least, I did. Nothing shrivels up a dick faster than ones roommate scamming on the girl-next-door you have a slight boner for. The good news is Sully has no idea—so it’s not like he’s breaking bro code or anything but it does kind of feel fuckin shitty.
This is my own friggin fault for not saying anything.
Not that I would.
I’m the asshole here with my limp dick in my hand.
CHAPTER NINE
LIZZY
Holy shit, Sullivan Brewer seriously just asked me on a date.
Is that what that was?
Food = a date?
Yes, no, maybe?
I’m going to have to text my roommates to ask, but holy shit—I hardly had to work for that invitation at all!
I cannot wait to text Bethany and Jill. They are going to crap their pants.
I haven’t had a date in months, let alone a date with somebody cool. Is that a dumb thing to say?
Glancing over at Brodie, I feel a little pang watching as he sits quietly on the couch at the foot of his bed, staunch and unmoving, staring blankly at the television. He hasn’t uttered a single peep in a few minutes, not since Sully walked back out the door, leaving a trail of water and aftershave in his wake.
What kind of guy gets out of the shower, bursts through a door, and scams on their roommate’s overnight guest?
Sully does, that’s who.
But that doesn’t make him a bad dude. It just makes him…
Assertive.
And we like assertiveness, don’t we?
It means I don’t have to do all the work—not that I was planning on it because in my wildest dreams would I have thought Sully would waltz through the bedroom door after seeing me for five minutes by the bathroom and ask me to hang out tomorrow.
The idea gives me a thrill.
What girl doesn’t want a cute guy to think she’s attractive?
And it’s not as if Brodie was flirting or that he cares. I mean, look at him over there, not caring. Look at him watching the TV, ignoring me now that his roommate has gone back to his own room.
He’s pretending I’m not here.
Fine.
I pick up my phone and start a text thread with my roomies since Brodie seems intent on ignoring me.
Me: GUYS. You’ll never guess what just happened.
Bethany: You finally got laid???
What?
No!
Why would she say that?
Me: Ha ha very funny. But NO.
Bethany: A girl can dream…
Jill: You’ve been dreaming that Liz would get laid? Weird, but whatever LOL
Bethany: Pause. Did that dude with the hot voice try boneing you? Bone. Bang. Did I spell that right? Frick
Jill: What are you talking about? The dude with the hot voice??? What dude. Why is he trying to bang you? Make this make sense…