P*rnstation
“Hey.”
I blinked. “Wait. What are you… this is room 312, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, not even hesitating.
“But… this is the girls dorm.”
He snorted and shook his head. “Guess somebody screwed up.”
I just stood there, heat rushing up my neck. “So you’re my… roommate?”
“Looks like it,” he said, tossing a shirt on the bed like he already lived here. “Ryan.”
I stepped inside slowly, still not believing it. “I’m Brooke.”