"Piccola." Soone calls my na, snagging my attention away from the suit. I’m almost thankful because I was bordering on creepy with my staring.
One of the girls circling him does the sa when she lays a hand on his chest, and his attention is pulled from . I turn away, not wanting to watch. More than that, I want to shake these overwhelming feelings that have co out of nowhere and are now bubbling up inside of .
When I turn around, I’m face to face with the last person I want to see right now.
"Liam." I force a smile. He’s popping up everywhere, and I’m not sure if I should be worried, or maybe it’s only coincidence. "What are you doing here?"
"Had to drop sothing off to soone that lives in your dorm." Right. This building is all females, and from his unruly hair and wrinkled shirt, I think I know what he was dropping off. "You want to grab so dinner or sothing?" Oh no. Where is Lexi when I need her?
"I...ah..." I stutter.
"I’m not taking no for an answer." He gives a playful smile. He did not just say that.
"Piccola." A deep voice rumbles my na before a heavy arm is draped over my shoulder. A masculine scent surrounds , and I glance up into those sa green eyes that held captive monts ago. Did he say my na? "I’ve been waiting for you, babe."
"Babe?" Liam says. I open my mouth and then close it again, wondering if I’m in the twilight zone or sothing.
"Yeah, babe." He gives a charming smile that goes all the way to his eyes before he turns a glare on to Liam. "Who are you?" he asks Liam.
"A friend." Liam folds his arms over his chest. I think he’s trying to make himself appear bigger, but the suit has him beat in size. Sothing I don’t think Liam is used to. "Liam Stafford."
I think Liam is expecting him to know who he is, but the man seems unfazed by Liam’s na. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Everyone knows who Liam is, even if you’re not into football. He’s royalty around here.
"I’m Blake, and if anyone is taking Piccola to dinner, it will be . Right, babe?" he asks, and I just nod my head.
"Whatever. See you later, Piccola," Liam mutters before he turns to leave.
"You all right?" Blake asks. "You didn’t look like you wanted that guy giving you attention."
"I didn’t, thanks. That was sweet of you." Blake keeps his arm draped over my shoulder.
"What about you and the herd of girls?" I ask, unable to help myself. I see the girls still lingering, but they’ve moved over to the common area. They all keep sneaking peeks over this way and they’re not exactly good at hiding it.
"I might have told them I’m your boyfriend."
"They won’t believe that," I laugh.
"Why?" His brows pull tight like he doesn’t understand, and I reach up and push my glasses up my nose. I’m not sure how to respond to his question. "It sure as hell didn’t deter them. College girls are aggressive these days." He tucks closer into him like a shield, and my body lts into his.
"How did you know my na?" I ask.
"I ca to see you."
"?" I ask, confused.
"Can we talk in private?" He nods toward my door.
"Sure." His arm never moves from my shoulder as I make my way over to my door. It’s probably crazy to let a stranger into my room, but for so reason I’m not scared of him. Even if he’s twice my size. Plus, I’m in a dorm, and I could easily scream. I scan my key, unlocking the door, and I’m already apologizing as I open the door. "Don’t mind my roommate’s ss, Blake."
"Call Blake," he responds as he finally steps away from when we enter my room. Sothing tugs at the back of my mind at his na.
"Blake," I repeat, dropping my bag onto my bed then turning to face him. It’s then I finally notice the box in his hand.
"Blake Camden." He holds it up, and my mouth falls open. "I think I’ve got sothing that belongs to you."
How does this keep getting worse by the second?
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