“Where are your crutches?”
“Uh… I dropped them when I fell.” I search for them on the floor, but Sean finds them first.
He grabs the crutches, but instead of giving them to me, he keeps holding them and takes my hand. “Can you walk with your boot?”
“I suppose I can.”
“Okay. We’ll get out of here faster without the crutches.”
He’s right, the hallway is too crowded. Sean uses his body to carve a path for us, and even though my pace is slow, we clear the busy area in no time. There are less people near the elevator, but I’m sure it will take forever for our turn.
“We can use the stairs,” I say.
“I need to check my room first, but it’s on the sixth floor. I’m not gonna make you walk up the stairs.”
I smirk. “You can always give me a piggyback ride.”
He arches both brows, and amusement dances in his eyes. “I suppose I can. Let’s go, then.”
SEAN
This is the first time I’ve brought Ashley to my room, and now I’m regretting it. My side is a fucking mess. I have books, notes, and clothes scattered everywhere. I’m lucky that my roommate is chill.
“Wow. Did a tornado run through your room?” Ashley asks.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I reply, “I left in a hurry today.”
“Do you need help organizing it?”
I glance at her with my brows arched. “Are you serious?”
“Why would I joke about it?”
“I don’t know.” I step into her space and cup her cheek. “You’re sweet for offering, but?—”
“Sean, my man. You’re home,” my roommate says as he comes into the room.
I move away from Ashley quickly. “Hey Donnie. I just got here.”
His eyes are bloodshot, and he’s sporting a dazed look. “No worries.” He finally notices Ashley. “Didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I just came to get the brownies.”
“No worries. You’re not interrupting anything,” I reply quickly. “This is Ash, my stepsister. I was just giving her a tour.”
“Oh, the famous Ash. Nice to meet you.”
She quirks a brow. “Famous?”
“Sean talks about you nonstop.”
Hell. Shut the fuck up, Donnie.
“Is that so?” Ashley looks at me. “What does he say?”
Donnie grabs a medium-size plastic container from his desk. “That you’re awesome at everything you do.”
My ears are burning, and in an attempt to hide my reaction, I start tidying up my side of the room.
“Do you guys want a brownie?” He opens the container.