Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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Jim helped me pack everything into two suitcases. I'll need to buy some stuff for the kitchen and bathroom, but Sean assured me he had the essentials.
My brother dropped me off at Sean's apartment complex. I glance at my watch and shove a hand into my jeans' pocket, but before I can pull the phone out, I spot Sean walking toward me.
"Hey! You're on time," he says, retrieving the keys to unlock the foyer door.
I grab the handles of my two suitcases and follow him into the building. "I told you I only had to pack. I didn't want to waste time."
"Makes sense. I'll help you with your stuff."
"Thanks, man," I say as we enter the elevator. A quick ascent later, Sean and I are in my new apartment—spacious and so tidy it's like Sean cleaned it right before I got here. Together, we unpack my things and put them away. Everything's ready in less than two hours.
"What now?" I ask him as we plop on the couch, our feet propped up on the coffee table.
"You're not used to lazing around, huh?" Sean smirks. "I'm meeting Evans at the gym. Wanna tag along?"
I think about Mac and not being able to talk to him and all the stress of the last few days. I need to talk to Leah, but the fear of another rejection grips me. I sigh. "Yeah, why not?"
"Cool," Sean answers and rises to his feet. "Get ready."
***
The gym on campus is way better than I expected—modern and clean. Only a few guys are working out, so we don't have to wait to use the equipment.
Sean and I do the warmup routine, and I go on to start pull-ups. As my fingers wrap around the cold bar, two guys enter the gym. Sean waves them over and tips his chin up at me. "Come here."
I let go of the bar and walk over.
"Guys, this is Brian, my new roommate," Sean says.
"Evans, but nice people call me Drew," the tall, strong guy replies. His brown eyes twinkle with humor as he grips my hand firmly. Sean told me Drew Evans is one of the wide receivers for our football team. My six-foot-two seem nothing compared to his height.
The guy who came with Evans has curly hair and even more ink on his arms than Mac.
"Nash," he says, holding his hand out. I grip it and study the dude's colorful full sleeve. I dig the design.
"Nice ink," I compliment him.
Nash smiles. "Thanks. So, are you new here?"
"Yeah. Starting in August. I just moved in with Sean."
Nash nods. "You were lucky. I share the house with three friends, but finding something good and affordable on campus is almost impossible now."
"A new apartment is reason enough to celebrate," Drew butts in.
