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I shrugged. “No, I don’t like to take pills. I’ll be fine.” Never had a dislocated anything before, but I was sure I’d be fine. As long as I avoided Travis for a while, gave myself some time to heal, everything would be just fine.
Fine, fine, fine. Maybe if I repeated that word enough, I’d start to believe it.
“Declan doesn’t want you here by yourself,” Will whispered, and my breath caught as I stared up at him. Will was a bit taller than Declan, too. A little over half a foot taller than me. The perfect height for me to lean on, the kind of guy I could press my face against his neck and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.
“I’m okay here,” I told him, stepping away. I sat on the edge of my bed, gazing down at my injured hand instead of at him. The longer I stared at Will, the more confusing feelings started to grow inside me.
It had to be because he was an older, more mature version of Declan. Because I knew, deep down, Declan still loved Sabrina, and Will—Will might have a girlfriend, I realized. Maybe he was off-limits, too.
Fuck. Everyone around here was off-limits, it wasn’t fair.
“Go back to Declan,” I told him. “But first, you should think about changing.”
Will glanced down at himself, finally realizing that his clothes had more than a little blood on them. “You’re right,” he agreed.
I was silent as I watched him go through Declan’s drawers. I had no idea whether or not he’d fit in his little brother’s clothes, but I also didn’t care. The bigger part of me was lost wondering if he’d go into the bathroom to change or if he’d strip right here in front of me. I mean, I was one of the guys, wasn’t I? I was rooming with his brother. We were roommates. Roommates changed in front of each other—
Holy heck. I needed to stop that train of thought right now, otherwise things would for sure get complicated once Declan was released.
Will ended up pulling out a shirt and a pair of jeans, going into the kitchenette area to change. Not the bathroom, probably because he didn’t want to see the floor that was still a little pink from the blood. I didn’t blame him. I would only go in that bathroom when I needed to. No spending hours on makeup in front of the mirror, not that I was ever that sort of girl.
I kept my eyes fixated on the floor. The kitchenette was directly across from the bathroom, so most of it was cut off from my vision, but with my peripherals, I saw him. Will took off his pants first—that was cut off by the freestanding cabinets separating the rest of the dorm room from the kitchenette. But his shirt? That much I was able to see.
Definitely more muscular than Declan. I got a good view of his chest, how his arms flexed when he lifted the shirt over his head and tugged it down. A chiseled chest, along with a six-pack of abs that were definitely drool-worthy. My inner high school self was going nuts. Abs had always been super sexy to me for some reason. Maybe it was because they were difficult to get, meaning whoever had them had the willpower to do it.
By the time he was done changing, I was outright ogling, not even bothering to use my peripherals anymore, and Will looked over, meeting my eyes. I instantly looked away, feeling a slight blush creep up my cheeks.
Way to go, Ash. Way to look like a creeper.
Will did not address it as he tossed his bloodied clothes in the wastebasket. When he walked around the kitchenette area, I was able to fully see just how snug Declan’s clothes were on him—and boy, were they taut. The jeans hugged every bit of his legs, especially his ass. And the shirt? The shirt’s fabric stretched over his chest, just as tight along his shoulders.
Would it be inappropriate if I asked him if I could touch him?
Duh, Ash. Yes, it would be inappropriate. Why would you even think that?
“See anything you like?” Will asked, and my mouth nearly dropped open. He picked up Declan’s phone and charger, putting them in his back pocket, along with his own phone. When he noticed my aghast expression, he grinned. “I was teasing you, Ash.”
“Good,” I said, talking too fast, “because I wasn’t staring at you. I was just wondering what I was going to eat. It feels like I haven’t eaten in days.” Or at least a full day, considering Travis had me most of yesterday…which Will did not know.
God, I sounded like an idiot. So stupid, because hot guys never affected me this much before. Had to be because I wanted sex.
Will’s gaze bored into me, the intensity of it making me want to look away. But I didn’t; I held his stare, even though it was hard. “I was going to pick up some food for Declan. You want to tag along? I can bring you here after.”
I was nodding before I realized what I was doing.
Together we left the room, and I followed him to his car parked outside. It was just a normal car, a black SUV, nothing fancy like Sawyer’s sports car. Will darted before me, opening the passenger’s side door for me like some kind of gentleman. I believed he was more of a gentleman than Sawyer could ever be, but that was neither here nor there.
I shouldn’t be thinking of Sawyer right now. Who knew what that bastard was getting up to? Our date probably meant nothing to him, which was fine because it meant nothing to me, too. What I did for him while we ate, seeing how long he’d last just to test whether he was a man or a boy…I should forget that part, definitely. Sawyer’s dick was not something that should ever dominate my mind.
As Will got in the driver’s seat, I noticed a ticket sitting on the dashboard. He must’ve noticed where my eyes were, for he quickly grabbed it and shoved it in the center console. “From last night,” he said.
Right. Because he’d driven here, then rode in the back of the ambulance to the hospital, then taken an Uber from the hospital to the dorm with me. It was only then he probably picked up his car, and by then it was definitely ticket time, especially if he parked somewhere he shouldn’t have.
“Your family has enough money to pay for it, I assume,” I spoke dryly, clicking my seatbelt. “Although, I will admit, I did not expect you to have a car like this. I would’ve figured flashier. You know, show the money. Make everyone else jealous.” I was rambling now, and as Will pulled us into the road, I couldn’t help but sink in my seat a little. Why the hell couldn’t I just shut up?
Will glanced at me, his hazel stare heavy. “I don’t like using my family’s money. Everything I do, everything I get out of life, I want to be the one to get it. It’s my life. I want to fight for my piece of pie like everyone else.”
I chuckled. I didn’t think I knew a poor person who would deny money if they had it, just to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. The fact was people today were usually stuck in the same walk of life they were born into. There was no American Dream anymore. No white picket fences. Hell, the other people in my generation would be lucky to own a house before they were thirty.
