Page 79 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

We traipse out into the hall.

“That was seriously fucking incredible,” I say.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you all later.” Tally kisses Cammie on the cheek. “Text me when you’re not busy.”

“I want to be you when I grow up.” Brody salutes Cammie and disappears into our room, still carrying a stack of printed pages.

“Can I come to your room?” I rub the back of my neck.

“People will talk.”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll be annoying.”

“I can handle it.”

“Come on.” She nods toward her room. “I have this new scene idea and I want to try something.”

“Hell yeah, you do.” I lift her up by her waist and throw her over my shoulder.

CHAPTER 30

CHASE

The rumors and the nonsense died down after Barbie got up in front of the entire floor and admitted that she’d been spreading lies about Cammie. It had a domino effect, and it quickly came out that Barbie had been bullying a hell of a lot of people, including her roommate. Annabelle had a complete emotional breakdown in front of the whole floor as she spilled the tea on Barbie and her bullying ways.

It’s been two weeks since everyone found out about Cammie’s fic, and while the initial reception was mixed, she’s gained a whole bunch of ravenous new followers who love her story and can’t wait for new updates. There’s even a group chat on our floor where they try to strategize how everyone is going to take down Saruman and save the Shire.

Every day I fall a little bit more for her. She’s fun and quirky and my favorite person to be around. Christmas break is in a few days and while we don’t live super far from each other, we both have a lot of family stuff going on, so I want to get in as much time with her as I can before we head home for the holidays.

Also, I want to bring up moving in together next year.

But one thing at a time.

My phone pings with a new message.

Cammie

Handed in the submission for the creative writing course

Chase

How soon will you be back?

Cammie

Already in my room!

I give myself a once-over. I look pretty damn good if I do say so myself. I throw open the door. Gage, Brody, and Mac are in the hall.

Brody smirks. “Nice.”

“Couple goals, man,” Mac says.

Gage’s eyebrows climb his forehead. “You two are a match made in weirdo heaven.”

I clap him on the shoulder. “Thanks. Don’t wait up.” I stride down the hall.

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