prefer the door to be closed, but to each their own.
One room wasn’t open, and I stopped outside it, casting my eyes over a piece of paper which had been taped to the door. It was a class schedule, and I raised my eyebrows as I saw what was written on the top in fine print. Bradley Eriksson – Fall Semester 2015.
So this was Brad’s room. Out of curiosity, I tried the door handle and immediately realized that it wasn’t locked. Hmm. I guess he wouldn’t mind if I went into his room to get a few minutes of peace and quiet.
I stepped inside and closed the door, and then gazed around the room. It wasn’t at all what I’d expected it to be like. I’d thought most frat guys would have bedroom floors littered with condom wrappers and empty cans, and walls plastered with posters of half-naked women. But not Brad. His room was tidy, aside from his desk, which was scattered with files and papers.
A shelf above the desk was filled with books, and I ran a hand over the spines. Most of the books were biology, physics and chemistry-related, but there were a few fiction novels in the mix as well. I guess he liked to read, and I was pleasantly surprised to learn that. I’d always loved books, but so many people I knew seemed to be proud of the fact that they didn’t read at all. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind the occasional Netflix binge, but I’d prefer a good book over a TV show any day.
I turned my attention to the bed, which had been neatly made, and I sat down on one edge before looking at his right-hand bedside table. There was a framed photo of him and Karen sitting on it, and I picked it up and stared at it. He had his arm slung around her in the picture, and their faces were beaming with happiness.
It was really sweet how much he cared about his Mom. Most guys his age wouldn’t be caught dead with family photos in their rooms, but he obviously didn’t give a crap what anyone thought. I had to respect that.
Suddenly I felt bad for invading his personal space. The door hadn’t been locked, but that didn’t mean I was automatically allowed to come in here and look at all his stuff. I was about to stand up to leave when I heard the door open on the other side of the room. Crap. It was probably Brad, and now he was going to think I was going through his stuff.
It was too late to sneak out now.
Oops.
CHAPTER NINE
BRAD
I’d been searching the house for Mia for ten minutes now, and I’d all but given up. She must have taken a cab and left. Sighing, I headed up to my room to get a few minutes of silence so I could try to call her, and I twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.
Finally, a few minutes out of the crowded craziness that was the Halloween party. Only I wasn’t alone.
Found her.
Mia was in my room. As soon as she saw me, she jumped off my bed like a scalded cat, her features etched with guilt and apprehension.
“Wow, you’re already in my bedroom. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel,” I joked.
She wrinkled her nose at my jibe. “Very funny. I bet your brain feels all shiny and new right now.”
“Because I’ve never used it? C’mon, Mia, that’s the oldest burn in the book. So this is where you ran off to, huh? I’ve been looking for you.”
She’d vanished from my arms after our dance. I guess I’d taken things a bit too far while we were dancing, but it had been impossible not to. Her perfume alone was intoxicating to me, and when I’d grabbed her and held her close, everything else about her had driven me into a state of arousal which I could barely control.
She cast her eyes to the ground. “Yeah. Sorry,” she mumbled. “I needed some peace and quiet for a moment, and I saw that your door was unlocked. I should’ve asked you first.”
“Don’t stress about it. You’re welcome in here anytime,” I said.
She raised an eyebrow.
“Because you’re family now,” I hastily added. “So my room is your room, and so on.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, I’m sorry anyway.
One room wasn’t open, and I stopped outside it, casting my eyes over a piece of paper which had been taped to the door. It was a class schedule, and I raised my eyebrows as I saw what was written on the top in fine print. Bradley Eriksson – Fall Semester 2015.
So this was Brad’s room. Out of curiosity, I tried the door handle and immediately realized that it wasn’t locked. Hmm. I guess he wouldn’t mind if I went into his room to get a few minutes of peace and quiet.
I stepped inside and closed the door, and then gazed around the room. It wasn’t at all what I’d expected it to be like. I’d thought most frat guys would have bedroom floors littered with condom wrappers and empty cans, and walls plastered with posters of half-naked women. But not Brad. His room was tidy, aside from his desk, which was scattered with files and papers.
A shelf above the desk was filled with books, and I ran a hand over the spines. Most of the books were biology, physics and chemistry-related, but there were a few fiction novels in the mix as well. I guess he liked to read, and I was pleasantly surprised to learn that. I’d always loved books, but so many people I knew seemed to be proud of the fact that they didn’t read at all. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind the occasional Netflix binge, but I’d prefer a good book over a TV show any day.
I turned my attention to the bed, which had been neatly made, and I sat down on one edge before looking at his right-hand bedside table. There was a framed photo of him and Karen sitting on it, and I picked it up and stared at it. He had his arm slung around her in the picture, and their faces were beaming with happiness.
It was really sweet how much he cared about his Mom. Most guys his age wouldn’t be caught dead with family photos in their rooms, but he obviously didn’t give a crap what anyone thought. I had to respect that.
Suddenly I felt bad for invading his personal space. The door hadn’t been locked, but that didn’t mean I was automatically allowed to come in here and look at all his stuff. I was about to stand up to leave when I heard the door open on the other side of the room. Crap. It was probably Brad, and now he was going to think I was going through his stuff.
It was too late to sneak out now.
Oops.
CHAPTER NINE
BRAD
I’d been searching the house for Mia for ten minutes now, and I’d all but given up. She must have taken a cab and left. Sighing, I headed up to my room to get a few minutes of silence so I could try to call her, and I twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.
Finally, a few minutes out of the crowded craziness that was the Halloween party. Only I wasn’t alone.
Found her.
Mia was in my room. As soon as she saw me, she jumped off my bed like a scalded cat, her features etched with guilt and apprehension.
“Wow, you’re already in my bedroom. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel,” I joked.
She wrinkled her nose at my jibe. “Very funny. I bet your brain feels all shiny and new right now.”
“Because I’ve never used it? C’mon, Mia, that’s the oldest burn in the book. So this is where you ran off to, huh? I’ve been looking for you.”
She’d vanished from my arms after our dance. I guess I’d taken things a bit too far while we were dancing, but it had been impossible not to. Her perfume alone was intoxicating to me, and when I’d grabbed her and held her close, everything else about her had driven me into a state of arousal which I could barely control.
She cast her eyes to the ground. “Yeah. Sorry,” she mumbled. “I needed some peace and quiet for a moment, and I saw that your door was unlocked. I should’ve asked you first.”
“Don’t stress about it. You’re welcome in here anytime,” I said.
She raised an eyebrow.
“Because you’re family now,” I hastily added. “So my room is your room, and so on.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, I’m sorry anyway.
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