Chapter One
CHARLIE
September 2012
There’s a nearly naked man in my room.
A hot one.
Like, really hot.
This is my room, right?
I take a step back and peer at the number on the door I’ve just opened to make sure I haven’t walked into my neighbor’s room on accident. Because I’ve definitely walked into my neighbor Corbin’s room by accident and seen him naked.
Oops.
Yup. Red door. #622. Door decorations with our names on them. Charlotte and Rachel, each written on white paper in the shape of a marshmallow, being roasted over a fire. Such a stupid idea. It’s never cold enough in Southern California to roast marshmallows. Our RA is such a …
Wait.
My eyes fly back to the nearly-naked man sitting in my room.
He’s leaning against my bed, likely because I left mine dropped while my roommate had her bed lofted so she could shove her desk underneath. It takes up way less space, but who really wants to climb up to the top of a bunk bed every day? What are we, ten?
The hot guy is staring at me with a devious little smirk that makes my stomach swoop. But I shake it off, because… well because, yes he may be hot, but he’s in my room and he’s a stranger.
Ignore the abs, Char.
“I’m concerned that you seem quite comfortable sitting on my bed, in my room, in just your undies, and yet I have no idea who you are,” I say, remaining at the door and resting one hand on my hip while the other clutches the knob, readying to slam the door closed and race down the hall to report this person who broke into my room.
But he looks familiar.
Andhe’s gorgeous.
The gorgeous ones always get away with everything. It’s actually really obnoxious and maybe Ishouldgo tell someone that there’s a guy in…
“I’m assuming you’re the infamous Charlie I’ve heard so much about,” the sex-on-a-stick says, standing from the bed and walking towards me. He puts his hand out as he gets close, towering over me. “I’m Jeremy. Rachel’s brother.”
I blink.
Then blink again.
Oh.
My.
GOD.
This sexy-ass beast is Rachel’sbrother!?Why didn’t she tell me he was so delicious? Well, I guess that would be super gross. If she told me that. So maybe cancel that thought.
I let my eyes shamelessly flick up and down Jeremy’s body as I slowly extend my hand to shake his. Bare feet. Muscular calves and thighs with just a touch of a tan line. Blue striped boxer briefs that cling so nicely to his hips. Sexy abs and defined pecs dusted with light brown hair. Not a six pack, but definitely close. Thick arms and toned shoulders. A strong jawline. Brown hair in a faux hawk with buzzed sides. And the most earth shattering blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Top it all off with a gorgeous smile that’s making my knees weak, and we can call this a day, ladies!
Damn,he’s gorgeous.
When my eyes finally finish giving him the up-and-down, I notice he’s giving me the same once-over, and he doesn’t exactly look disappointed. The unrestrained interest he’s giving off has me battling a smile.
And we’re still shaking hands.
