The next morning, I would awaken with a feeling of being watched as I turned into the direction of the kitchen, where Tanner was sitting on the table with his feet resting in the seat of the chair, a bowl of cereal in his hand, as he was apparently studying me. I quickly shoved the blankets over my torso as I realized I was wearing only a bra from the late night rendezvous shared with his roommate. I quickly blushed as Tanner pretended as if I hadn’t noticed his gaze before offering me coffee. He began to fumble with the ingredients to make up the product of caffeine as I had accepted, just to give him a reason to do something other than endure this awkward arrangement along with me.
When his back was turned, I pulled Easton’s shirt over my otherwise risque chest, and moved into the dire
