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“Sorry about that,” Wes said, turning to face me.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry for you. Have they all been like that?”

“Pretty much,” he said. “Though at least the others knew which twin they were talking to.”

“And are you sending them all down to the soccer pitch?”

“Yeah.” He smirked. “It’s probably going to be mayhem there, isn’t it?”

“Probably,” I agreed. I could picture the crowd of girls standing on the sidelines waiting for Sawyer. It would probably be his dream come true.

“Maybe we should have met up in your room tonight,” Wes said as he came to join me on the bed once more. “It’s hard to relax with the constant interruptions. If it’s not Sawyer barging in, it’s one of his fangirls.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Although, I’m a little nervous about having a boy in our dorm these days. Our dorm mom warned us we’d have to clean the boys’ bathrooms for a week if any of you guys were caught in our rooms after curfew.”

“Really?” Wes looked genuinely shocked by the idea.

“Yeah. I know it’s not close to curfew now, but I really don’t want to clean the boys’ bathrooms.”

Wes laughed. “I wouldn’t want to do that either. But, just so you know, if that does ever happen, I’d do all the cleaning for you. No way am I letting you near the bathrooms in this place. They’re disgusting.”

“I wouldn’t make you do that.”

“It’s okay. I might have other motives.” He grinned. “Getting caught in your room after curfew wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

He leaned across to me and pressed his lips gently against mine. It was a soft kiss, but it was hard not to feel slightly lightheaded, and I rested my hands on his bare chest to help me keep my balance.

He pulled me closer, and our kiss became stronger as I slid my arms around him. I was suddenly very aware he was topless and we were on his bed. It felt like we were about to fall back against the pillows, and the idea made my heart flip.

A knock shook the door once again. Wes and I both turned on it and shouted at the same time. “He’s not in here!”

We listened in silence for a response and eventually heard whoever was out in the hall move away from the door. When we looked back at each other, we couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe this is a sign that we should just go to the library and do our homework,” I said.

Wes started to frown and then shook his head. “No, I’m not letting Sawyer ruin our night.”

He moved over to his desk and stared scribbling on a piece of paper before grabbing a roll of Scotch tape.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he pulled the door open and taped the paper across the front of it. I laughed when he stood back to reveal what he’d written. “Sawyer’s not here. You can find him on the soccer pitch,” I read out loud.

“Do you think it will work?” Wes asked.

“It’s pretty clear, so I hope so.” I smiled.

“I hope so too.” Wes closed the door and made his way back to the bed. “Where were we?”

He sat back down on the bed beside me and reached up a hand to lightly cup my face. My lips quivered in anticipation, and my head felt dizzy. He started to lean toward me, but the bedroom door rattled again as another visitor banged on it from outside.

“Read the sign,” Wes called out over his shoulder, his eyes still locked on to mine.

“Uh, Wes, it’s me.” A guy’s voice came from the hallway. “I’ve got those burgers you asked me to pick up…”

“Ah.” Wes’s shoulders fell slightly as he realized he needed to answer the door. This time, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. My heart sank as it felt like the moment between us had definitely now passed.

When Wes reached the door he didn’t open it wide enough for me to see who was on the other side, but I could clearly hear them talking.

“Thanks for getting these, man,” Wes said.