Tangled Up in Blue: A College Romance

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Blue

Keegan almost drops her dentures—as my mother would say—when she sees Hunter and whoever the seriously bleached blonde is sprawled bare-ass on the bed.

At least Keegan is getting the full picture on Hunter up front. Quite literally, as the asshat is lying on his back on the bare mattress, with nothing left to the imagination.

The blonde is curled up next to him, snoring softly, her mouth open and a line of drool on her chin. I have no idea who she is. I can't remember seeing her before, but that's no surprise. We get new people every weekend.

And she certainly looks like Hunter's type: hot and "breezy"—his slang for an easy broad. Why he steered her into Keegan's room instead of his own last night, I have no clue. Maybe he already had a girl, or two, passed out in his room downstairs.

I wouldn't put it past him.

Our new roomie is just standing there, gawking at them. She gives me this wide-eyed look like she doesn't know what to do next.

There's something quirky and coltish about this girl that I like. She's got legs that go on for days, just the right amount on top to fill out the little black tank she's wearing, and long, glossy brown hair that I immediately want to bury my face in.

Physically, she's definitely my type.

And, assuming my man radar is in good working order, the attraction between us is mutual. Keegan wants me; I can feel it.

You'd think I would've learned my lesson about hooking up with housemates, after the whole Kendra drama. But what the hell. We're all adults. And I really would like to get to know her better.

Thing is, though, when she took off her sunglasses in the living room and I saw her eyes, I almost choked because I instantly thought of another girl on the other side of the world with very similar eyes: Same color, same shape, same old-soul expression.

It freaked me out. Spotting the drumstick on the floor gave me a reason to bend over for a moment so I could hide my face and get my shit together. It's not the first time since I became a civilian I've suddenly been on the verge of tears.

Maybe I'm looking to see that other girl in other people. Maybe I can't let go of her memory. Or of the memory of those lost because of her. Because of me, actually.

I walk to the bed and twist Hunter's big toe hard to wake him up. At the same moment, Max runs into the room, his nails clicking on the wood floor. He goes straight to the bed and sticks his cold nose into the blonde's nicely toned ass.

Yowling, Hunter and the blonde try to sit up at the same time, and the blonde rolls off the bed and hits the floor, which gets Max barking, thinking she wants to play.

"Get that fucking dog away from me!" she screams, jumping to her feet while trying—pointlessly—to cover her privates with her hands.

Max keeps barking and rushes toward her, rearing up playfully. And she kicks him, sending him scrambling behind me like a coward. For a German Shepherd, the dog's no canine cop.

"Hey!" I yell at her. "Don't kick the dog. He's just trying to play."

She grabs her clothes off the floor and runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Hunter is cradling his head in his hands. "Seriously, dude?" I snark at him. "Your girl just fucking kicked my dog!"

"Jesus, Blue," Hunter moans, "what do you think you're doing?"

"What am I doing?" I snarl, picking up his boxers and throwing them at him. "What am I doing? I could say the same thing to you, asshole. "

Hunter clutches his underwear in one hand and squints painfully at the sun pouring through the window as I go on.

"Our new roomie here," I go on, gesturing toward Keegan, "just had to walk into her room and see your nasty bare asses all over her bed. What the hell are you doing in here, anyway?"

Hunter slowly turns to give Keegan a cocky smirk and a sloppy salute.

"Hi sweetheart," he says, running his eyes all over her. "I gotta say, you are definitely an improvement over the last girl who was in this room. Welcome."

"Get the fuck out so she can move in!" I yell, cursing under my breath as I move toward the bed, ready to grab the jackass by the hair and yank him off.

I don't outweigh him by much, but I'll bet I've got better fighting skills than he does.

Hunter evades my grasp, rolling off the bed. Then, still naked, he throws a flirtatious grin at Keegan as he strolls past her and out the door.

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