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“I’m sure that he deserved it. Now we have matching bruises,” Bree comments, making me chuckle, and turns to observe Ryder. “Shouldn’t you go home?”
“I have classes, and I’m not supposed to drive,” Ry mumbles in a groan.
“Classes are more important than your health?” Bree questions in a severe and demanding tone.
Well, fuck me, if I’m not turned on by it.
“It’s going to be an interesting class,” Ryder protests, batting his lashes as he tries to charm his way out of this conversation.
“You’re going to have a nanny then,” she announces, refusing to give up.
“We have chemistry,” I remind her.
The corners of her lips curve as she fights against a smile.
“What kind?”
I’m taken aback by her flirtatious answer, but I don’t mind it.
“Both kinds,” I answer, winking. “I can text Kaleb.”
“I can stay with him,” Ash offers, shrugging. Bree and I interchange an intrigued gaze. “My class got canceled. I have three free hours.”
Ryder’s head pops up, squinting at Ash.
“Do you mind being drawn?”
“As long as I’m not naked,” she answers without hesitating.
“Perfect. I need a model for today’s class,” he announces.
Bree’s mouth falls wide open.
“Art? Your major is art?” she asks, skeptical of the information.
It’s fun to see her so shocked because I told her that the guys of the team had different majors that didn’t fit her mental stereotype. Ryder is a full-on artist. The reason why we don’t have a fourth roommate is that he has a room that he uses as a studio. No one is allowed to go in there, and it’s fine by me. He has his soul inside of it, and I’ve seen a few of his paintings, which are absurdly good.
“What did you think that I studied?” Ryder wonders.
I bite my bottom lip, foreseeing his reaction. He’s not going to likeat allwhat Bree thought of him.
“Something related to business.”
Ry rolls his eyes so hard that I’m afraid that one of them will get stuck in the back of his head.
“Bree, I truly loved you until you said that,” Ryder speaks with scorn, returning to his previous position. “Ash?”
“What?”
“Will you rub my hair while I take a nap?”
Ash’s eyes open widely, being caught off guard by his petition. Ryder knows no boundaries. His confident personality is not something that everyone is used to. Sometimes he comes off as pushy, dramatic, or intense, but that’s him. I owe him a helluva lot to complain about it.
“You’re a baby,” Ash mutters as she takes her hand to his hair, caressing the dark strands.
“So I’ve been told,” Ryder mentions. “If I’m the baby, will you be my mommy?”
Bree snorts and covers it with a cough.
