Logan ignored her. “Or even just holding hands. That gentle small touch can be so intimate, you know?”

Sam started to shove him down the hallway. “Go. Get out of here. Stop trying to get into the model’s pants.”

Logan twisted around her, looking at the roommate. “Model?”

Sam paused. “Huh?”

“You said model. Your roommate’s a model?”

She looked at me for confirmation.

“You did.”

Her eyes closed, and her head fell back. “Now, there’s no stopping him. What did I do?”

The roommate started laughing.

I glanced sideways at her. “You might want to make up a boyfriend. It’s the only thing my brother will respect unless you enjoy getting hit on every time you see him.”

“Yeah,” Logan said over Sam as she was herding him down the hallway. “Right there. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m kinda a big deal. I don’t usually have to hit on girls, but for you, any day. You want a pick-up line? Give me a call. Give me an order, and I’ll supply it real fast. I’m like a fast-food joint. Need a self-esteem boost? Give me a call. Want to get something rubbed?” He winked. “Give me a call. I don’t offer these services to just anyone.”

Sam had him by the stairs. “Stop hitting on my roommate. I swear, Logan. Stop.”

Logan turned his attention from the girl to Sam, and his stance changed. His shoulders tensed up. His eyes focused in attention, and the corners of his mouth tightened. The mischievous side of my brother was coming out. I shook my head, heading toward them.

“Hey, Sam.” Logan waited. His smirk was too much now.

“What?” She stepped back, instinctually coming toward me as I grew near.

“Wanna switch places? You can have my room, and I’ll have yours?” His gaze darted past her shoulder to the roommate.

I glanced back. The girl was watching us, but she wasn’t watching from fascination or interest. That wasn’t what I was sensing from her.

The chick was gorgeous. That was obvious, and I hadn’t been surprised when Sam let it slip that her roommate was a model. She had the height, but there was something different about her. While Logan was hitting on her, she’d seemed more interested in me, but I hadn’t gotten a sexual vibe from her. It was like she was just…interested?

Her eyes were on me, and she jerked backward into the room. Before she did, I caught the surge of color on her cheeks.

I frowned. “Is your roommate okay?” I asked.

Sam and Logan turned to me. The attitude from both of them changed instantly.

Logan’s eyebrows dropped together. “What do you mean? Like, in-the-head, okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam shared a concerned look with Logan before turning back to me. “What do you mean?”

“She seems…different.”

Sam waved that off. “She’s an avid football fan. She was talking my ear off about your and Logan’s stats before you came back with the rest of my stuff.”

Logan’s mouth dropped. “I did all that work, and she knows my stats? What the hell? I even did the fast-food joke. Most girls drop their pants for that one.”

“She’s a model.”

“So? Models can like me, too.”

Sam added, “She’s probably used to guys hitting on her left and right.”

“That’s true.” Logan rubbed his chin. “My stats, huh? Football turns her on?” His eyes flickered to me, and he laughed. “Talk about awkward. You can never bone Sam in her dorm room. You don’t know her level of fandom. She could be daydreaming that you’re boning her or worse.” He shuddered. “My joke about the sex-tape equipment just took on a whole new meaning.”

I rolled my eyes but asked Sam, “She’s a fan? That’s it?”

She nodded. “I’m surprised she didn’t ask for your autograph. Her dad is friends with your coach or something. And she knows your dad, too.”

That got Logan’s attention again. “Our dad? James?”

“That’s what she said.”

I relaxed a little bit. “Find out her dad’s name, but that makes me feel better. You’ll be safe with her?”

“I think so. She didn’t come off as scary to me.”

“Scarily hot, you mean,” Logan shot in, grinning.

“Can you turn down your moods?” Sam frowned at him. “You go from pissy to being drunk. You’re hitting on my roommate to I don’t even know what, and now, you’re back to being sexually suggestive?”

“What? That’s what being Logan is all about. I’m like a ping-pong ball. I’m all over the place. Too fast for you to catch.”

Sam shook her head. “I’m going back to my room. I’m unpacking. I’m going to meet my floor advisor and maybe go get my textbooks with my roommate.” She glared at Logan. “I’m leaving. I’m going to try to be normal.”

She pressed a kiss to me before squeezing my hand.

“I’ll text you later.”

She nodded, waving to us before going through the crowd of girls and mothers who were still watching us.

Logan noticed them, too, and frowned. “Check it out. All the dudes are probably inside, putting the bunk beds together.” He gestured to himself and pretended to do a curtsy. “Logan Kade. You heard the name here first.” He threw to Sam, “Normal’s overrated, by the way.”




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