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That seems to capture his attention if his slacked jaw and wide eyes are any indication. “Seriously?”
I slip my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my photos. Once I find the one I’m looking for, I hold it up.
“There. That’s your proof.”
“I can’t see the photo from there.”
Once again clenching my jaw, I push away from the shelf and join him at the border of my territory.
“See.”
He takes my phone and releases a low chuckle that resonates in my chest and stirs something inside me. “Well, would you look at that? I guess you’re outdoorsier than I would’ve guessed.”
“Yeah, well.” I can’t help but raise my chin smugly. “I guess you should never judge a book by its cover.”
He swipes his finger on the screen, and his eyes grow even wider. “You’re also bendier.”
He flips the phone around to show a photo of me striking the uttanasana pose. I suck in a breath and swipe it out of his hands.
“I don’t believe I said you could go snooping.”
“Now I’m going to spend the rest of the night wondering if you can put your foot behind your head.”
Maybe I should tell him that I can, along with any other number of poses. But I don’t know if I want Zack to think about me in varying bendy positions.
“I’d rather you didn’t think about me at all.”
“That’s going to be hard considering we’re roommates.”
I scowl. “More like cellmates.”
He laughs again at that. I try not to notice the way it sets my heart fluttering again.
“You can see the bonfire from your windows?”
“Yep.” He gestures over his shoulder. “It’s not HD quality or anything, but you can still get a decent look while it’s light outside.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Maybe you’d let me come take a look for a few minutes.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Are you saying you want to fraternize with the enemy?”
Now it’s my belly fluttering. Something about his tone—not to mention that smart-ass, signature smirk of his—is really doing something to me.
“Of course not. I just thought maybe we could… give each other temporary visas to visit.”
He folds his arms across his chest. “What could you possibly have on your side that I’d want?”
“The librarians’ lounge.”
“And what do they have in there?Dewey Decimal for Dummies?”
I give a short laugh, but mask it with a cough. “Actually, I thought you might be getting a little hungry by now.”
As if on cue, his stomach growls.
“Okay, you’ve got me.” He drops his arms to his side. “What? Are there some leftover apples from the school year or some moldy cheese in the fridge?”
“I have two words for you.” I plant my hands on my hips. “Vending. Machines.”
