Page 64 of Easy Out

“Good,” he says as we enter his room. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Walking into Hart’s room, it’s like I’m drinking the concentrated version of him. His personality, his smell, everything about him is amplified to one hundred in his room.

I put my purse and brownies down on the corner of his desk that sits in front of a window. Doing a slow turn around the room, I take in his personal space. It’s simple. Gray walls, sparse furniture, no art or posters decorating the room. There is more baseball equipment than anything. A few books stacked on the nightstand and dresser.

His bed is neatly made. Layered with navy and rust blankets, duvets, and matching pillows. It’s inviting. I’m fighting the urge to climb underneath the covers and completely submerge myself in the smell of him.

“You keep looking at my bed like that brujita, and I’m going to throw you on it.“ Hart’s bare chest heats my back, and his erection skims my ass. I instinctively arch into him. My body craves more of him.

“You.” Hart pushes my hair aside and kisses my neck. “Are too tempting.” He kisses me again and then he leaves the room to take his shower.

Letting out a long sigh, I dive onto his bed, groaning into the navy duvet. I’m tempting? I’m not the one walking around shirtless. I’m not the one who fooled me into thinking he was broody, mean, and unapproachable. No, turns out he’s the sweetest, kindest person I’ve ever met.

I reluctantly peel myself from his bed and locate my phone inside my purse. I have a few missed texts from Sydney.

SYD

I have study group tonight. I’ll be late

ME

With Seth? Anything I need to know?

SYD

Yes, with Seth. No. Just studying. I am getting a vibe though.

ME

A good one?

SYD

Yes, but…

But he’s not Koa.

ME

I know. Just don’t count Seth out, okay? Give him a chance. I know it’s hard.

SYD

Okay. I’ll try.

Where are you? Did you quit?

ME

Yes. I’m at Hart’s place now. I don’t know when we’ll be back from dinner at his parents’ house. I’ll text you though.

SYD

Meeting the parents.

ME

I’ve already met his mom.

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