“What about the evil roommate?”

“If she’s going to hate me before I do anything to deserve it, I might as well do what I want.”

“Let’s do it.”

We take our time walking back to my dorm, talking about nothing and everything. His fingers brush up against mine accidentally, and I cast a side glance in his direction. He tosses that sexy smile back at me and my stomach flutters.

His hair is the color of sand and sticks up around his head in an unkept but not homely way. If I were to describe Nathan’s style, I’d call it the I-don’t-care-about-my-appearance look. And he’s very much pulling it off.

The halls of Freddy are quiet, and I let out a sigh of relief when I open the door to my suite and find it empty. I didn’t have a plan for dealing with the roommates if they were up, but it looks like I’m in the clear. Both bedroom doors are closed and all the lights are off the best I can tell.

I flip on the light in the common room and Nathan takes a seat on my floral chair. He’s probably the first person to sit in it, which seems sorta fitting. “Give me just a minute. I’m going to grab the wine from my room.”

I kick off my heels and hold them in one hand as I slip quietly into my room. Sydney is asleep and the lights are out, making the room pitch black. We’ve taken to falling asleep with music playing to drown out the deafening silence between us.

Khalid plays softly and it’s enough that I don’t worry that my rummaging under my bed for the wine will wake her.

He’s scrolling through his phone when I return with two bottles, a wine opener, and one cup.

“I could only find one of these in the dark.” I hold up the hot pink cup.

I waffle on where to sit until he slides down to the floor. The way he moves, so effortless and comfortable in his skin, strikes me. It’s attractive for a man to be just so… himself.

I sit across from him between the couch and coffee table. “Red or white?”

He smirks. “Can’t guess which I like better?”

Both bottles are some cheap bottom-shelf brand. Neither can taste that great, but considering the nasty alcohol he had on hand earlier, I go with the dryer option and grab the red.

“Lucky guess.”

I scoff. “That was not luck. If I’ve learned nothing else about you tonight from this weird back and forth guessing game, I took note of your choice in alcohol. Potent and rough around the edges.”

Sort of like him.