Page 147 of On His Schedule
His laugh is warm and quiet. The sound travels through me, landing in my core. I love his smile. I also don’t want to gawk all night, but he’s walking towards me. I’m Camdenthless, staring at him. He leans down and opens a drawer to his dresser.
“You sure?” His wet hair drops onto his shoulders.
I reach down and pull out my toiletry bag and my pajamas. “Yes. Yeah.”
I hold my things against my body and shuffle out of his bedroom. The door clicks behind me, and I look down the hall. I am going to have to learn how to be in a room with him if I’m going to stay here. I clutch my things tighter and walk to the bathroom nervously.
The bathroom is clean, and I’m surprised. I make my shower fast. I brush my teeth at his sink with his toothpaste because I didn’t pack mine. I put on my pajamas and then I clip my hair up to wash my face.
When I come back to the room, he’s in bed already. The sight of his long legs reaching the end of the bed makes my heart drop. He looks down at my pajama shorts and then my face.
“That was fast.”
I close the door behind me and mutter, “Yeah.” I walk over to my bags and put my dirty clothes inside. Then I walk to the bed and take my side.
He puts his phone on the nightstand and asks, “What does your Wednesday look like?”
I exhale. “Real Analysis at nine. Tutoring desk hours from eleven to one. Topology at two. Standing meeting with the tutoring coordinator at three.”
“That’s a lot of math.”
“What’s yours look like?”
He replies, “Practice at six. Class at ten in Wilson. Class at one in Smith. Workout at three. Film at five. Dinner at six-thirty. Rowan’s cooking.”
“That’s a lot of things for a Wednesday,” I say thoughtfully.How does he still have energy?
“Yeah.” He pauses. “Oh, I forgot. Bed at nine with Lucy.”
I roll my eyes and blush.
He nudges me with his elbow. “I have you on my schedule. Don’t worry.”
“Bens, I can’t stay two nights in a row.”
“Yes, you can.”
I look at him.
He whispers, “Why not?”
“Because,” I say, not knowing what I’m going to say next. “I just shouldn’t. I don’t want to impose.”
“You’re not imposing.”
“Look at us,” I say. “You would be asleep if I weren’t here.”
He shakes his head. “I’m happy that you’re here. I could get used to it.”
“Don’t,” I say softly. “This is just for one night.”
“You could have the whole house to yourself this weekend if you wanted.”
“What?”
He turns on the pillow to look at me. I turn to my side and look back. “I’m leaving Friday morning for a game.”
“There’s no Hawthorne House party?”
