our boards in the ocean in Ft. Lauderdale, talking and laughing as we waited for a good wave. It was actua lly a good picture, but the words around it that talke d about our ‘relationship’ annoyed me.
“You asshat ,” I said to a laughing Ethan who thought he was just hilarious.
“Hey, I figured you’d want a picture of your boyfriend by your bed.”
“Screw you,” I said, throwing the pair of jeans I was holding at his head. They hit him in the face just as the door to my room opened.
“Hello?” a very southern-accented voice called out, and we both turned to see who it was. “Hi! Are you Lo gan? I’m Henley!”
She flashed a wide smile at us as she entered the room with a wicker laundry basket filled with bedding.
“And I’m in love,” Ethan murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. I elbowed him in the ribs and stepped forward.
“Let me take that,” I offered.
“Oh, you are so sweet,” she gushed. Her accent was so thick, but it was adorable.
“Henley?” a booming southern-accented voice rang out, just outside our door.
“In here, Daddy,” she called back, as she opened the door that had swung closed behind her. By the time her father entered the room, he was red-faced and panting. “Daddy, this is my roommate, Logan and her male friend, whose name I don’t know yet.”
“Ethan,” Ethan said, stepping forward to take the box Henley’s father was carrying. “I’ll take that , sir.”
I wanted to laugh. I’d never heard Ethan call anyone sir in all my life.
“You gonna be hanging around here a lot?” Mr. Hill asked Ethan as he narrowed his eyes. I co uld see distrust in them .
“Um, I guess,” Ethan said, as he set the box down and stepped back beside me.
Henley’s dad was a big man, both in height and weight. He looked like one good whack from his hand would send Ethan flying across the room , and Ethan recognized that .
“Stay away from my daughter, you here?”
“Daddy!” Henley cautioned , shaking her head as her father left the room. She turned to us. “I’m sorry. He’s a sweetheart, really. He’s just a little over protective of me.”
She smiled as she followed her father out the door.
I’ll say, I thought, but I just stood there a little overwhelmed by the personalities that had just swept into my room and left in a matter of five minutes.
“So that’s your roommate,” Ethan finally said once the door had closed firmly behind Henley.
“ Yes, and please don’t sleep with h er,” I begged . “I really don’t want that man to send you to an early grave.”
“No problem. I won’t,” he said seriously , seeming just as terrified as I was. He valued his life more than sex with a hot girl any day.
My phone chose that moment to break the tension by dinging loudly. I picked it up and smiled as I read the text message. I responded almos t immediately . Then it dinged again, and Ethan tried to peer over my shoulder to see the screen .
“Who’s Jase?” he asked, and it seemed I hadn’t pulled my phone away in time. I strategically hadn’t entered Jase’s last name into my phone for this exact reason.
“Just a guy I met,” I s aid, smiling at the picture Jase had sent me of the Empire State Building. He’d taken it from the street, looking up at the assuming tower.
“When did you meet a guy?” Ethan asked, and I looked up at him with raised eyebrows.
“Despite what you think, Ethan, I do have a life outside of you, but if you must know, I met him at Garrett’s party.”
Ethan rolled his eyes. “He’s not some douchebag actor, is he?”
Ethan couldn’t stand some of the guys his brother associated with, and I had to agree with him. Some of them fit the stereotype I was so familiar with perfectly.
“No,” I lied, turning to face Ethan so he couldn’t see my phone when I responded. “He goes to UCLA.”
That could be true. Jase had mentioned that he’d always wanted to go to UCLA. It could happen.
“Whatever,” Ethan
“You asshat ,” I said to a laughing Ethan who thought he was just hilarious.
“Hey, I figured you’d want a picture of your boyfriend by your bed.”
“Screw you,” I said, throwing the pair of jeans I was holding at his head. They hit him in the face just as the door to my room opened.
“Hello?” a very southern-accented voice called out, and we both turned to see who it was. “Hi! Are you Lo gan? I’m Henley!”
She flashed a wide smile at us as she entered the room with a wicker laundry basket filled with bedding.
“And I’m in love,” Ethan murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. I elbowed him in the ribs and stepped forward.
“Let me take that,” I offered.
“Oh, you are so sweet,” she gushed. Her accent was so thick, but it was adorable.
“Henley?” a booming southern-accented voice rang out, just outside our door.
“In here, Daddy,” she called back, as she opened the door that had swung closed behind her. By the time her father entered the room, he was red-faced and panting. “Daddy, this is my roommate, Logan and her male friend, whose name I don’t know yet.”
“Ethan,” Ethan said, stepping forward to take the box Henley’s father was carrying. “I’ll take that , sir.”
I wanted to laugh. I’d never heard Ethan call anyone sir in all my life.
“You gonna be hanging around here a lot?” Mr. Hill asked Ethan as he narrowed his eyes. I co uld see distrust in them .
“Um, I guess,” Ethan said, as he set the box down and stepped back beside me.
Henley’s dad was a big man, both in height and weight. He looked like one good whack from his hand would send Ethan flying across the room , and Ethan recognized that .
“Stay away from my daughter, you here?”
“Daddy!” Henley cautioned , shaking her head as her father left the room. She turned to us. “I’m sorry. He’s a sweetheart, really. He’s just a little over protective of me.”
She smiled as she followed her father out the door.
I’ll say, I thought, but I just stood there a little overwhelmed by the personalities that had just swept into my room and left in a matter of five minutes.
“So that’s your roommate,” Ethan finally said once the door had closed firmly behind Henley.
“ Yes, and please don’t sleep with h er,” I begged . “I really don’t want that man to send you to an early grave.”
“No problem. I won’t,” he said seriously , seeming just as terrified as I was. He valued his life more than sex with a hot girl any day.
My phone chose that moment to break the tension by dinging loudly. I picked it up and smiled as I read the text message. I responded almos t immediately . Then it dinged again, and Ethan tried to peer over my shoulder to see the screen .
“Who’s Jase?” he asked, and it seemed I hadn’t pulled my phone away in time. I strategically hadn’t entered Jase’s last name into my phone for this exact reason.
“Just a guy I met,” I s aid, smiling at the picture Jase had sent me of the Empire State Building. He’d taken it from the street, looking up at the assuming tower.
“When did you meet a guy?” Ethan asked, and I looked up at him with raised eyebrows.
“Despite what you think, Ethan, I do have a life outside of you, but if you must know, I met him at Garrett’s party.”
Ethan rolled his eyes. “He’s not some douchebag actor, is he?”
Ethan couldn’t stand some of the guys his brother associated with, and I had to agree with him. Some of them fit the stereotype I was so familiar with perfectly.
“No,” I lied, turning to face Ethan so he couldn’t see my phone when I responded. “He goes to UCLA.”
That could be true. Jase had mentioned that he’d always wanted to go to UCLA. It could happen.
“Whatever,” Ethan
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