Page 69 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

“So when do we get to meet your girlfriend, honey?” Mom asks, apparently oblivious to the weird sexual tension happening between Tristan and his fiancée.

“Girlfriend?” Nate’s brows rise. “Locking in early, huh?”

Tristan elbows him in the side and slings his arm around Rix. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“She’s probably in her room with her parents?” It comes out as more of a question.

“Well, let’s go say hi!” Mom grabs my arm and throws open the door.

And of course, because I’m the luckiest fucker in the world, Cammie and her mom and dad and sister—based on how similar they look—are walking down the hall toward my room.

Cammie’s eyes flare when she sees me. And mine flare just as wide when I see her. Her sister’s arm is linked with hers. She’s a few inches taller, and where Cammie is edgy and dark, her sister looks like she stepped out of some fancy influencer account.

“That’s her.” I pray to the God of Smoothness that I don’t embarrass myself and that my parents also don’t embarrass me. I raise my hand. “Hi.”

Her family stops just outside the door to my room, which is full of people.

A flurry of introductions follows.

“You are just adorable!” Mom says to Cammie. “Chase can’t stop talking about how wonderful you are.”

“Mom, please.” So much for not embarrassing me.

“You’re a handsome one, aren’t you!” Cammie’s mom smiles up at me.

Cammie looks horrified.

At least we’re both equally embarrassed by our parents.

“Oh my God!” Rix shrieks as she manages to worm her way into the hall and throws her arm around Cammie’s older sister, Essie. “Brody, I didn’t realize your roommate is dating my best friend’s sister!”

Brody shrugs. “It’s a small world, I guess, eh?”

“So small. I love that all my favorite people are connected to each other.” She squeezes Essie’s arm.

“Hey, Nate.” Essie pulls gloss out of her pocket with her free hand and applies it to her lips.

“Hey, Ess.” Nate’s ears turn red and he ducks his head and rubs the back of his neck.

More introductions happen.

“Should we head down to the lobby?” I eventually suggest because we’re totally clogging up the hall and there is literally nowhere to turn in our room without bumping into someone unless we stand on the beds.

“I don’t know what everyone’s lunch plans are, but I booked us the private room at The Breakfast Bar downtown. They have a killer buffet. You’re all welcome to join us if you want,” Tristan offers.

“Oh, that is so kind of you! We don’t want to intrude, though,” my mom says.

“You’re not. The more the merrier,” Rix assures her. “Plus, I want to catch up with Cammie. I can’t believe we haven’t run into each other on campus yet.”

I look to Brody. He nods.

I turn to Cammie. She shrugs.

“Okay. Sounds good. Let’s roll out.”

Everyone files out of our room. I pull the door closed behind me.

We divide into two groups and we still fill both elevators.

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