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“You’re kidding. That’s badass Little Bird! That douche never deserved you. He’s probably the biggest tool I know, and I know a lot of them.”
“Alright, that’s enough about my life, you two. What have you been up to, Ty? How’s basketball going?” I ask, putting my bowl on the coffee table. I’m not willing to shovel ice cream into my mouth with Tyson watching me.
“Ball’s good. Practice is kicking up with the season starting — wait…” a cocky smile spreads across his face and my stomach drops knowing he’s looking at me like that. “Are you wearing my shirt?”
Shit. I snap my head towards Blake, eyes wide.
“Huh,” she says nonchalantly, “I didn’t think about that when I grabbed it. I just figured you’d want something baggy since we're pigging out tonight.” My eyes nearly bug out of my head. Could this day get anymore embarrassing?
“I must have left it there when I visited last month. Looks good on you Little Bird, maybe I should—”
“Actually that’s my shirt.” A tall, dark, and handsome man strides across the screen behind Tyson, never stopping or looking toward the camera.
“Who the hell was that?” I whisper mostly to myself, but make eye contact with Blake.
“Go to hell Colt. Why do you gotta ruin all my fun?” Ty shouts towards the man.
“Was that your new roommate?” Blake asks, and I find myself relieved that she did.
“Yeah.” Tyson rolls his eyes. “I was happy he took me up on bunking together, but the guy has busted my balls more in the last three weeks than he has in the past three years of our friendship. I never realized how up-tight he was until we lived under the same roof.”
“I’m sure you’re laid back enough for the both of you,” Blake says matter of fact.
“I guess. I just wish he would go out once, or have a beer with me." He stops talking as his eyes trail something off camera. "So what’s with all the ice cream? Isn’t leaving that asshole a good thing? You should be out celebrating with drinks and getting laid, not eating ice cream in some other man’s shirt that you haven’t even slept with.”
“Tyson, I’m not a slut. Why does everything with you have to involve sex?” I raise an eyebrow.
“You’re a pretty girl, Libby. And sex is healthy. You should be having lots of it. You know, I could help you with that now that you’re single.” His smug smile is back.
I open my mouth to respond, but am cut off by Tyson's roommate. “Who are you trying to get to sleep with you now?” He flops onto the couch next to Ty. His jeans are worn, his dark blue t-shirt fits tightly around his shoulders, and he has untied his dirty work boots. With his deep brown hair disheveled, it’s clear he’s been sweaty at some point in the day.
“Libby here.” Ty motions to me on the screen. “She left the scum bag she was with after he proposed to her. I was just telling her she needs to go out celebrating and get laid. Not trying to convince her to sleep with me, simply offering my body as a sacrifice for the greater good.”
The roommate, I forget his name, leans forward with his elbows on his knees and I notice he has a tattoo covering one of his arms, though it’s hard to tell what it is over the phone. His hands look strong, as if he works with them all day. When I finally pull my gaze from his arms, I’m drawn to his eyes. We may be on Facetime, but I can see as they roam down me on the screen. My cheeks instantly heat.
“Gee, thanks Ty.” I shift in my seat, uncomfortable from the attention.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to offer your services when the girl is wearing my shirt.” His eyes linger on what I can only assume are my legs before settling on my — his — shirt. “Looks good on you… Libby, is it?”
“Yeah,” I croak, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.
“Libby.” He repeats my name as if committing it to memory. Looking directly into the camera, a smirk crosses over his face.
I stare at him through the screen, unable to look away, and completely forgetting there are two other people on this call until Blake not so subtly fake coughs.
“Well, as fun as this is, we are going to go,” she announces. “We have bowls of ice cream screaming our names.”
“Alright.” It’s Tyson that speaks this time. I can hear his voice, but my eyes are still locked on his roommate. “You girls enjoy your night. Just remember Little Bird, if you’d rather something else be screaming your name, I’m always here.” I see a flash of annoyance cross the other man’s face right before the call ends and the screen goes black.
“Well, that was fucking awkward.” Blake grabs our bowls and heads back to the kitchen.
“I had nothing to do with that. You could have told me this was your brother’s shirt!” I pull at the fabric while following her as if she doesn’t know which one I’m talking about.
“I’m not blaming you. My brother is a horn dog, but he knows my friends are off limits. Plus, I’d rather not be around when he tries to woo anyone. It’s not something any sister should hear.” Blake rinses our bowls of the ice cream that’s now melted and pulls the pints back out of the freezer. “But apparently that isn’t even Ty’s shirt. His new roommate is a hottie, huh?”
My cheeks warm, remembering how he looked at me. “Uh, yeah, he is good looking.”
Blake stops mid-scoop and looks at me. “Uh, yeah, he sure is,” she mocks with a knowing smirk.
