Page 55 of Blitz'd

“Maybe see my boyfriend. Not real sure.” I peek up at Luca as I say the word boyfriend, just to get his reaction. It’s not like Kerian isreallymy boyfriend. Even though he basically said we’re exclusive, he didn’t say the word.

Luca’s eyes widen, but he schools his expression quickly. “Oh. That should be fun. When are you leaving?”

Well, fuck. I didn’t really plan to go, but I might have backed myself into a corner. “In a few. Gonna shower and head out. You need me?”

“No, I’m good.” I grab some clothes and head to the shower. “Zandy?” I turn to look at him, eyebrow raised. “Don’t forget your key. I… I might leave tonight too. If I’m done with my homework early. Maybe.”

“Be safe, Lucs.”

I don’t waste time in the shower, cleaning up really well, just in case Kerian has something in mind.

“Fuck,” I grunt, my cock twitching as I think about Kerian. Any thoughts of him have my dick perking up, hoping he’s around.

I ignore my hard length and wash my body before I hop out. I look down at the sweatpants and loose T-shirt I brought in here with me, but if I’m going to see Kerian, I need to wear something else. Something… nice.

Walking back into the room in just my underwear, I rummage in my dresser for a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Luca glances at me, then makes it a point to avert his eyes. He’s being soweirdlately. Maybe it’s because of his course load.

Shrugging off his sudden personality switch, I tug on my pants and pull the shirt over my head. Grabbing my keys, I make it a point to show Luca before I say, “I’m out. Be safe if you’re heading out, yeah?”

“Of course. Have fun.”

I hustle to my car, butterflies dancing in my belly as I slide behind the wheel. Once I have it started, I take a look at it. A long look. It’s seen better days. It was my father’s car. I take good care of it, but it’s not on the level of Kerian’s.

Unease dances in my chest. Will Kerian judge me because I don’t have as much money as him to afford a nicer car? He may not have told me how he could afford a car like that, but I know he at least comes from money. His fucking sheets tell me that much.

Whatever. If he wants to judge me for my car, we’re fucking done.

Swallowing my nerves, I head over to Kerian’s, hoping he won’t get pissed with me showing up out of the blue. I thought about texting him, but I don’t want to give him a reason to tell me not to come over.

Thirty minutes later, I pull up to Kerian’s apartment. Now nerves are going wild within me. Maybe this was a terrible idea. I should have texted to let him know I was coming. If I hadn’t already wasted the gas to get here, I would just go back home.

Fuck it, maybe it won’t be so bad.

I jog up the stairs and knock on the door, my palms damp with sweat.

I’m wiping my hands on my jeans when the door opens and a cute, smaller man stands there, looking at me quizzically. My heart freezes in my chest. Who is this guy? Why is he here, answering Kerian’s door? Kerian said I was his, but did he mean it when he said he was mine?

Swallowing a lump in my throat, I say, “I think I have the wrong apartment.”

“Who are you looking for?” he asks, resting his hip against the doorjamb.

“Kerian. Kerian Slade. But I don’t?—”

“No,” the man says, “he lives here. Come in. He’s getting out of the shower.”

My heart thumps as I step inside. Did he get in the shower because they just finished fucking? Is that why I was invited in? I look like the typical jock, so the pink-haired guy in front of me probably thinks Kerian and I are teammates.

I’m surprised when he turns to me and holds his hand out. “I’m Asher. Kerian’s roommate.”

All of my muscles relax when I shake his hand. Roommate. That’s better thanlover.

“Zander.”

Asher’s eyes widen. “You’re the one from the game. The one he kissed.”

An involuntary smile crosses my face. That kiss was hot as fuck. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Asher nods and pulls his lips in. “I knew I recognized you. You can wait for him in his room if you want.”

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