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A few stared at me as I strutted by, dressed still in my leotard, but I ignored them. It wasn’t as if I was flaunting a lot of skin besides my legs. And it wasn’t as if I was dressed the way I was for their benefit. They could get over themselves.
It probably didn’t help matters that Tanner glared at everyone who dared get too close to me. With his piercing eyes and tattoos on display, Tanner was a scary son of a bitch. I would most definitely shit my pants if I was on the receiving end of his glare.
Oh, wait. I had been. Multiple times.
It was a miracle that my pants were shit free.
“Do you do sports?” I asked as we entered the dorms once more. The air conditioning was a welcoming relief. If it wouldn’t have looked too weird, I would’ve starfished in the middle of the hall and soaked in all that AC. Alas, starfishing was generally looked down upon.
“Yes,” Tanner answered gruffly.
When he didn’t elaborate, I elbowed him in the stomach. “It’s rude to stalk me and not allow me to stalk you in return.”
Disbelief was evident on his face. “You want to stalk me?”
Did he…did he sound awed?
That kinky shit got turned on by the thought.
“I mean, I’ve never stalked anyone before, but it could be kind of fun.” I shrugged a shoulder, picking up my pace to get to my room. Breakfast would begin in a few minutes, and I wanted to shower before then. Sweat was the bane of my existence.
“I play lacrosse,” Tanner mumbled at last, and I staggered to a stop, spinning on my heel to face him.
“Seriously?” I asked. He glared.
Yup. There it was. The shit-your-pants glare. Tanner was an expert at wielding it.
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
I shrugged, walking backward down the hallway.
“The bad boy with tattoos. The I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. Probably rides a motorcycle.” I considered him blatantly. “I never would’ve expected you to play an organized sport.”
His lip twitched, there and gone too quickly for me to be certain. I was pretty sure he had a unicorn smile—a term I had coined for those assholes who thought they were too good to smile. It was the equivalent of seeing a unicorn.
“You’re wrong,” he said softly. “I drive a Slug Bug.”
I paused mid-step, mouth dropping open.
“You’re totally fucking with me,” I decided, beginning my backward walk again. His face remained serious.
“Am I?”
“You do not drive a Slug Bug.”
Impassively, he added, “It’s yellow.”
“Well, I drive a bike. It’s black…like my soul.” I mimicked his straight-face.
We had finally reached my room, and I turned then so I could open the door. Tanner remained behind me like my shadow. A big, sexy shadow with a big, sexy chicken leg.
Okay. Totally not sexy when you phrased it like that.
My breath left me when I opened up my dorm room door.
It was like one of those post-apocalyptic movies where everything was left behind in the state of an evacuation. My clothes were on the floor and bed, my dresser was tipped over, and my bed had been completely removed. It appeared as if a tornado had destroyed my room.
Or as if an Aiden had ransacked it.
