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“This is my room,” Allie giddily announces. I shake my head as we head to the next door on the left, which is a bathroom.
“Wow!” I comment, impressed at the size of the tub. It’s also got a shower built inside. I can’t wait to test that beauty out. I love baths, but showers? You can’t beat a good shower.
Moving into the hallway once more, we come to the last door. The door to my room. Opening it, I smile when I see the same furniture that’s in Allie’s room already set up in mine. Her dad really did go all out, refusing to let my mum pay for any of the furniture. He nominated her as the housewarming gift buyer, which she did, buying us bedsheets and towels. She also set up an emergency bank account with a low amount of funds. She put in mine and Allie’s name, and under no circumstances can we break into it, unless it’s for an emergency.
My bedroom is slightly bigger than Allie’s, but not by much, and it’s only because mine has a built-in wardrobe. Because of my clothes and shoe obsession, Allie made it clear I was to have this room, otherwise I’d only put my stuff in her wardrobe anyway.
“I love it,” I gush, and jump up and down on my new bed.
“It’s freaking amazing,” Allie yells, jumping up on my bed with me. Together, we jump up and down, holding hands, before falling into a heap of laughter on the soft mattress.
“Welcome to Whithall University.” I let out a sigh, feeling like my life is just about to begin.
CHAPTER TWO
Alec is right on time for the first time since I’ve known him. Usually, I have to tell him to meet up an hour earlier than planned, otherwise I end up waiting around for ages for him to turn up.
It’s why I’m in so much of a rush, tripping over boxes and stubbing my toe as I make my way to the front door. I’m actually running late for the first time ever. Had Allie not woken me up, I’d still be asleep.
Allie and I decided to toast our new apartment with a bottle of wine, and what was supposed to be one glass turned into a whole bottle. Which is the reason why I’m currently running half an hour behind, kind of hung-over, and a little pissed at Alec for choosing today, of all days, to be on time. It doesn’t matter that it was me who mentioned having one more, knowing I’m not a big drinker, or the fact it was me who forgot to set her alarm.
Go figure.
Managing to make it to the door whilst hopping on one foot, I fling the door open, not looking up.
“You’re early,” I tease Alec, trying to cover up my grimace.
“You said nine,” a voice that doesn’t belong to Alec, but to Logan, says.
I look up, grinning from ear to ear when I see my best friend again. “Hey. Sorry, I thought you were Alec. I toldhimeight. He’s always late,” I tell him, rolling my eyes playfully.
Logan grunts, looking displeased at my admission. I wave him off and move forward, pulling him into a hug.
When I pull back, I find Logan looking down at me with a huge grin on his face. I groan when I realise I’m wearing my blue moon and stars pyjamas.
“They were the only pair I could find last night,” I defend, which makes him laugh. “Let me go change.”
“By all means, don’t let me stop you,” he flirts. This isn’t new; this is just his nature. I scoff, playfully punching him in the shoulder before rushing down the hall to my room.
I don’t waste any time. As soon as the door shuts behind me, I start getting changed. I’ve just pulled my top off and am braless, when the door to my room flies open. Screaming, I grab the dirty shirt I wore yesterday from the end of my bed, then quickly cover myself up.
“Logan,” I scold, once I’m somewhat decent.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, not looking sorry one bit as his gaze slowly rakes up and down my body. If anything, he seems pleased with himself.
“What are you doing in here?” I hiss out, embarrassed he just saw me naked.
He jabs his thumb towards the door. “Came to see if you wanted me to make a cuppa while I wait.”
“What the fuck?” Alec rumbles, surprising the hell out of me. I didn’t hear him come in. He’s standing in the doorway with a thunderous expression on his handsome face. His blue eyes narrow on Logan. He looks like he’s ready to start a fight.
“It’s not what you think,” I rush out to assure him, clutching my top tighter to my bare chest.
“And what is it you think I’m thinking?” he bites out, a tick in his jaw.
“Chill, mate. It’s my bad. I walked in to see if she wanted a cuppa. I should have knocked first,” Logan explains to Alec, before turning back to me. “I’ll let you get changed.”
Alec stands silently, seething, keeping his eyes locked on me. I give Logan a grateful smile, though I want to slap him when he winks at me before walking out. I’m just happy Alec didn’t see him.