Room 210

Chapter four

Room 210 Chapter four

Sex-God: (Adj.) God like man that is just too sexy for words (See also: Hottie hot Hottie)

“Hey! You must be Nikky. I’m Liam Grayson”

I couldn’t breathe.

Before me stood a six foot three, dirty blond, sex-god.

“I...um, we-”

“Liam, who’s at the do- Oh. It’s you.” Rebekkah pushed the door open further.

“Bekkah, be nice.” He scolded, looking down at her.

She scoffed “Liam, look at her. She’s broken. You broke her with your sexy.” She scoffed again and stomped past me.

“She thinks I’m sexy?” He called after her. He looked back at me and cocked his head, “You think I’m sexy?”

“I-Well-Umm. That is-”

“You’re pretty cute yourself.”

I blushed bright red and pushed past him.

“Hey, no need to be rude.” He grumbled.

Sighing, I quietly said “I’m sorry. You’re just not what I expected.” I looked up at him through my lashes to gauge his reaction.

He looked hurt, “You’re not my ideal roommate either, okay?”

“No! No, that’s not what I meant at all. I just meant that-” I stopped. What did I mean? He was sexy as hell, but after hearing what everyone said, I kinda expected it. Did I mean I wasn’t expecting the sex-god standing patiently, waiting for me to finish? or did I think everyone was over exaggerating when they talked about him? “I just meant that, from your letter, I wasn’t expecting someone so...Tall.”

Tall Nikky? Really? Now you sound like a total idiot. Nice going!

“That makes total sense!” He grinned. What? “A lot of people tell me that my handwriting makes me sound really short. I see you’ve moved in alright. How old are you again? Bekkah says you’re going to be eighteen, but I’m having trouble believing her. I mean, can you blame me? So how old are you?”

My brain only barely kept up with him.

“Umm, I am turning 18 next month.”

“Wow! You look a whole lot older than 18. Did you graduate early or something and that’s why you’re already in college? You seem older than you look too. Like the way you act and stuff. So what are your plans for this semester?” He walked over to his bed and flopped down, tucking his hands under his head.

What the hell? Was this guy the Road Runner in a past life? I only caught the last sentence of hi little spiel. He could have insulted me and I’d never know it.

But thinking about it, I walked over to my bed and sat down much more gently than his flop. “Well, the only reason I’m actually here is because dad and the step-bitch are on vacation and she didn’t trust me enough to watch over the house alone. Not even with a friend staying with me,” His eyes were locked on me. I couldn’t see it so much as feel it. “So here I am until they get back. Which could be a while.”

“Do you miss your dad?” His voice was soft with understanding. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t-”

“Yes. I miss him all the time” Nikky, what are you doing? Why are telling this complete stranger these things? I don’t know, Nikky. Maybe I kinda trust him. Well, stop it.  Shut up you. “But it’s his fault. He keeps sending me post cards and pictures of all the cool places he’s been.”