Page 8 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

Brody smirks. “Maybe your bare chest rendered her speechless.”

“Fuck you guys. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Have fun with Cameron!” Brody calls after me.

I take the elevator back to the fourth floor and stand outside the door to room 420. I shake out my hands and roll my head on my shoulders. “You got this. She’s just a girl who thinks reading is a sport, for fuck’s sake.”

I tap my key against the sensor and open the door.

CHAPTER 5

CAMMIE

Chase appears in the room again. Still shirtless.

My entire body goes haywire as his eyes meet mine.Chase Lovett is making intentional eye contact with me. I pinch the inside of my arm just to make sure I’m awake. “I guess it wasn’t a fever dream after all.”

“You can talk.” Chase stands half a dozen feet away with his hands propped on his narrow hips, every last one of his rippling, cut abs on display.

That sexy V of muscle teases my eyeballs, dragging them lower, to where his jogging pants ride seriously low.

But even in my dreams, I never get to the point where I touch what’s underneath. Or see it. I also never get to the point where his hand goes downmypants. Dream Chase’s fingers never glide over a bare nipple, and his dream mouth never makes it past my collarbones.

“Uh, yeah,” I croak.

I’m actually speaking to Chase Lovett. Most popular guy in our dorm—maybe even the entire university. At least in first year. All the girls want to get with him. Including this wallflower. And here he is, standing in front of me without a damn shirt, and all I can do is mutter a couple of words.

“Are you Cameron?”

“Yeah.”

He nods and runs his hand through his thick, luscious locks. In my dreams, I’ve done that, too. “I tried to get Colby to switch me rooms, but it’s all drama downstairs so we’re stuck with each other for tonight at least. If I had somewhere else sanitary to go, I’d stay there.”

If I could melt into the bed, I definitely would. “Sorry I’m not cool enough for you,” I mumble. I should have accepted defeat an hour ago and called Essie, but it’s officially the middle of the night.

His eyes flare. “Whoa. Hey. That’s not what I meant.” He holds up both hands. “I just mean that I’m a dude and they probably made the same mistake I did, thinking your name meant we both had swords instead of tulips.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You know.” He motions to his crotch. “Sword.” Then he points to me with one hand and his mouth with the other. “Tulips.”

I pull my hood over my head and roll onto my side, laughing uncontrollably.

“I’m not wrong,” Chase grumbles.

It takes me a good two minutes to calm down enough to sit up. I wipe my eyes and sigh. “No, Chase, you are not wrong.”

His brow quirks. “You know my name.”

I roll my eyes. “Seriously? Every first year on campus knows who you are, and probably a good percentage of the second years, too.” I close my laptop. I’m obviously not getting any more writing done tonight. “You know, if you don’t like your roommate situation, all you have to do is go down to the lobby dressed as you are and I’m sure someone will invite you back to their room for party time.”

“I have practice in the morning and that kind of party isn’t good for my on-ice performance.” He’s so matter-of-fact about it.

“Right. Okay. Well, we should probably get the couch readyso you can get your beauty sleep.” Also, I’ve managed to string together a few coherent sentences and I’m probably reaching my limit.

I cross my fingers he has a chivalrous bone in his body and doesn’t make me sleep on the pullout once it’s set up. Chase pushes the coffee table out of the way while I remove the cushions. He steps in to pull it out. The springs creak ominously.

“That’s not a reassuring sound.”

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