Page 3 of Love on the Ice

Turning to the side, I lean against the wall, let out a shaky sigh, and sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

Wow.

Wow, oh, wow.

If they aren’t the moving men, then how am I supposed to live across the street from all that hotness? I’m going to have to find a new place to live. There’s just no other option. Aside from my own beautiful roommates, I’m not a girl who can be comfortable around beautiful people like that. But I’ve known them since I was eighteen. I’m used to them and their amazing looks.

“What are you doing?” a voice asks from the doorway.

When I jerk my head, it bounces off the wall behind me before I turn to look in the direction of the voice. It’s my roommate Karlie. She arches a brow in my direction, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes on mine as she waits for my response.

I manage to mutter my next words, and when I do, her eyes widen. “Hot guys moving in across the street.”

Without an ounce of shame, she marches toward the window, and I watch as she opens the blinds completely and unabashedly. She tugs on the string and practically presses her face against the glass to watch the movement across the street.

“Wow,” she breathes, her breath fogging up the glass. “They are hot. The girls are going to go wild.”

Releasing a heavy sigh, I push away from the wall and take a few steps forward—the girls. I hadn’t thought about them… much. They will absolutely love those guys. And those guys will absolutely love the girls.

They’ll love them so much that even if that guy was actually looking at me, if he could see me from across the street and through the slats in the window, he wouldn’t notice my existence any longer.

Not even if I were standing right in front of him. Not with the other girls within ten feet. They’re all legs, tits, and ass. They could all be models if they wanted to be. I don’t know how I ended up living with five girls who look like supermodels.

And I do not look like a supermodel. For starters, I’m only five foot five. And I’m definitely not all tits and ass. I’m no slouch, but my breasts aren’t filling out D cups anytime soon, not unless I pay for it, and since I can barely make my portion of rent, I doubt that will be happening ever.

“Yeah, they will,” I mutter, leaving the room.

Karlie doesn’t say anything else that I know of. If she does, I don’t hear her because I move down the stairs and toward the living room. I try to push the hot new neighbors out of my mind. I already know that nothing would ever become of anything with them anyway. I need to focus on the exam I have in a few hours.

Picking my book up off the coffee table, I stare at the words, not reading them but seeing them. At this point, they are just words on a page and completely incomprehensible. I need to study, though.

If all goes well and I pass this course, I will be on my way to my certificate in accounting. It’s not the fancy career path I dreamed of as a child, but it’s a solid one, and I need a solid career and life.

The front door swings open, interrupting my attempt at studying. I watch as three of my supermodel-looking roommates sashay into the room. They don’t walk. They either saunter or sashay. There is nothing in between. I’m always enamored by them, even after all these years of knowing them.

“Hey, girl, did you see those guys?” Brooklynn hisses, but before she allows me to answer, she continues. “Hot. We need to have a welcome party for them.”

The thought of that sends anxiety throughout my entire body. Not because I don’t want to have anyone here, but because I don’t think I could stand in the corner of my own house and watch those five hot guys drool over my equally attractive roommates while I just… watch… alone.

And I know that’s what would happen because that’s what happens every single time I go out with them. I mean, I still go because my roommates are the nicest girls in the world, and they love me and want me to hang out with them.

They truly do.

It’s clear that I’m not seen, though, when we do go out. And in a crowded club, I don’t mind too much, but in my own home? I think I would have an issue.

I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged before, but I do when it’s just the six of us in this house. They are all sweet, and I know that sounds crazy. You would think that a group of women that beautiful would be catty bitches, but they aren’t at all.

They are genuinely good humans, and I love them. However, when it comes to men, they get all the attention. Since I’m shy, I typically don’t mind much, but seeing that guy, laying eyes on him… I want his attention.

Chapter

Two

REID

We’ve almost got the bulk of our stuff moved into the house when something causes me to pause. The hairs on the back of my neck stand, but it’s not a bad feeling, more like a curious one. Someone is watching me.

Turning my head, I look across the street at the house that could probably be an exact replica of ours in every way except color, but I don’t see anything. Then I flick my gaze to the window on the second floor, and a pair of eyes peer out from between the blinds' slats. I can’t see them very well from the distance, but my breath freezes in my lungs at the sight.

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