Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
He was at the door.
He knocked on the door.
My saving grace was that he didn’t seem to realize I was right on the other side of the door.
“For fuck’s sake, Theodore. Answer the fucking door.”
Shit.
I hated that name.
I was not a Theodore no matter what my mother’s psychic had said.
“You put your address on the school message board, asshole. All I had to do was google the address and you popped up.”
Damn it.
Looking for roommates was hard and had gotten me into trouble.
Everything I did got me in trouble lately.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Levi sounded just as grumpy as usual and just as stubborn. “Not until I apologize.”
Really?
“Soup?” His tone was less nuts and more grumbly. “It was that fucking wedding. That’s how you knew to torture me with soup.”
Yep.
Every person my parents hung out with were nuts…really nice…but insane.
An entire wedding menu should not have been planned around soup, even if it was fall themed and they were vegan.
“Open the door or I’m calling your mother and explaining that I was rude and need to apologize to you.”
Fucking cheater.
I swung around and whipped open the door before I could think about how stupid that was. “That’s cheating, asshole. Soup torture doesn’t mean you have to tell my mother.”
She was kind of insane about forgiveness and cleansing spirits and stuff that varied about every six months. I was not going to get stuck in some kind of ceremony to cleanse myself of anger because he was a dick.
He was a sexy dick, though.
He smirked.
Why was that expression so hot?
“I thought that would get you to open the door.” Still looking pleased with himself, Levi crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. “Soup torture, huh?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Playing dumb wouldn’t work for long but it was all my brain could come up with. “Soup?”
Rolling his eyes, Levi looked like he might’ve found the situation funny in some weird kind of way. It was completely unexpected and was probably part of the reason my brain was not working. “I should’ve remembered that stupid wedding my mother made me go to.”
“That was the biggest wedding any of us had ever seen.” Which was probably why they’d fed everyone soup. “Um, it’s nice to see you again, Levi. I’m not sure why we’re talking about a wedding, though.”
Somehow he just got sexier when he raised one eyebrow and gave me a Daddy look I wasn’t sure he realized he was making. “You don’t lie nearly well enough to get away with that, Chipmunk.”
Ugh.
Why were assholes so sexy?
Chapter 3
Levi
He was just as easy to rile up now as he had been when we were kids.
When had he become an adult, though?
“How long have you lived here?”
For some reason my question made him roll his eyes. “Two years. I’ve said hi to you a dozen times and you barrel past me every time.”
Really?
“You ignored the texts my mother made me send which made my life so much harder.” Crossing his arms, Chipmunk glared at me. “Would it have killed you to lie to the overprotective hippy just once to make my life easier?”
He’d texted me?
“Okay, well, I had to get a new number a couple of months ago.” Because some people were true dickheads and not just assholes like I was. “And that was the third one I’ve gotten in the past three years because my mother keeps posting my cell in some kind of Facebook group to help rich idiots find dates for their kids.”
Somehow my parents were brilliant and morons all at the same time.
“She what?” Chipmunk blinked as his hands came down to his sides. “What kind of dating group is for kinky college students? Is that the one run by the college guys?”
God, our university was so weird.
“Nope, it’s actually for parents and she keeps describing me as straight but in a phase.” It’d been too much to hope that he hadn’t heard the chaos of my dating life over the past year, so I shouldn’t have been surprised he knew about the kinky part.
Ignoring it seemed to be the best bet since he was currently the color of a tomato.
“So ignoring you might be my fault.” I wasn’t sure how that had happened so many times. “But the phone thing is not.”
Still.
“Um, but I’m sorry it made your mom nuts?” She was polite but kind of strange and riling her up for any reason always got ridiculous results.
Waving his hand, Chipmunk shook his head. “It’s fine. It only took about six months for her to give up on it.”
Ugh.
My wince got a quiet laugh out of him and he nodded slowly, a smirk on his face. “Yeah, it was slightly frustrating, especially when she realized we live across the street from each other now and she wanted to get all that going again.”