Kat:
Give him a chance, but keep your mind safe and your heart even safer.
I sigh as I put my phone away. Something tells me living with Killian is going to be an adventure, whether I like it or not. But I refuse to let some egotistical jock intimidate me. Next time he tries to get close, I’ll be ready and waiting.
Flopping onto the bed, I stare at the ceiling. Killian is temptation incarnate with those piercing eyes and muscular frame. And that accent...swoon.
Focus! I give myself a little shake.
But Jayden’s boyish charm is adorable. And Noah seems so genuine and kind. Plus, have you seen those arms? All of them have arms that could pick me up and do deliciously wicked things…
“Get your head in the game, Dylan,” I mutter. “You’re here to play rugby. Not drool over your roommates.”
Even if said roommates are crazy hot. And living one or two thin walls away.
I groan again, rolling over and smooshing my face into the pillow. This arrangement is going to test my willpower big time. But I’m not about to jeopardize my spot on the team over some eye candy.
No matter how sweet the view is.
Chapter 9
Dylan
I’moutonthepractice field, but it looks different. A thick mist swirls over the immaculately trimmed pitch, making it hard to see more than a couple of feet in front of me. The cold air wraps around me in a cloak, leaving me covered in goosebumps as the damp layers caress my bare skin.
Wait… bare skin?
I look down. Oh my fucking god. I’m naked on the practice field.
I glance around, my cheeks on fire, desperately searching for something to cover myself with, but of course, there’s nothing in sight. I contemplate running back inside, but my body feels strange, as if I can’t move more than a step in either direction. I feel exposed, but there’s an eerie calm. Through the darkness, I strain my eyes but don’t seem to see anyone else nearby.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our resident rugby goddess, Dylan,” a sultry voice drawls from behind me in an Irish lilt. Killian. Figures. Of course, it would be him.
He’s one of the only guys who can make me feel like a shy little kitten one moment and completely on fire the next. The other two being my other hot new roommates.
“Cover me!” I hiss, trying and failing to sound composed.
“With pleasure, love,” he purrs, wiggling his eyebrows. “And I’m pretty sure I have the proper equipment to do the job.”
Ugh, Killian Baxter, why do you have to be so damn hot?
I stomp my foot, which isn’t as intimidating as I’d hoped with no shoes on. “I meant with something to... you know!” I gesture at my nakedness, wishing the earth would swallow me whole.
He grins, slow and wicked, taking his sweet time before handing me a spare jersey. “I know what you meant, Dylan, but where’s the fun in that?” he says, his eyes roaming over my body like a predator stalking its prey.
I snatch the jersey and yank it over my head, tugging it down as far as it’ll go. “You’re a pig, you know that?” I sputter, unable to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, but you like it,” he teases, winking. Before I can form a witty retort, he adds, “But seriously, are you okay, Dyl? You’ve been distracted all practice.”
Dang it, he noticed. “I’m fine, just...thinking about… stuff,” I mumble, tying my laces in triple knots.
“Care to share with the team, princess?” he asks, using the pet name he knows I hate...love.
“None of your business, Baxter,” I huff, but I can’t help the small smile tugging at my lips.
“All right, all right,” he says, holding his palms up in surrender. “But you know if you ever need a... hand... with anything,” he trails off suggestively, “my locker room’s always open. In fact,” his gaze roves over my body, “I don’t think I can wait that long…”
“Killian,” I moan as he approaches me, this unstoppable wall of pure hotness coming toward me. “We shouldn’t...”