Take Me with You (Take Me #2)(2)

Not to mention, there was the scary fact that his dad was about to get out of prison where he had resided for the last thirteen years after murdering Grant’s mom in front of him.

On top of that, we’d never really talked about what had happened over Christmas break when we were apart. We’d both swept it all under the rug, assuming it was fine now since we’d slept together, but there was still so much we needed to address, so we could move forward and trust each other. Our month apart had been a reality check that things weren’t always going to be perfect between us, and after we’d gotten back together, it was easier to ignore that than to face it head-on.

Plus, I still hadn’t even told him about Henry, the guy who worked for my father. My parents had tried setting me up with him, and he had kissed me while I was drunk one night in Boston. It had only happened because I thought that Grant had slept with some groupie slut on New Year’s. But still…he didn’t know about it, and this would never work out if we couldn’t be honest.

I shuddered. The last person I wanted to think about was Henry.

Parking at the apartment that I shared with my three crazy roommates—Cheyenne, Gabi, and Shelby—I bounded up the stairs and went inside. Since Grant and I had gotten back together three weeks ago, I hadn’t been home this early in the morning. I usually kept a change of clothes at his place and would leave for campus from there. Staring at my roommates’ surprised faces after I’d barreled through the door, I could see they thought three weeks seemed more like a year.

“What are you doing home?” Cheyenne asked. She flipped her crazy red hair over one shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be in the throes of passion or whatever?”

I rolled my eyes and kept walking toward my room. “What? Just because I’m home early one morning, I haven’t been in the throes of passion? Jeez, I don’t see you and Vin together every morning.”

“Whoa! Chill. Vin and I aren’t even dating.”

“That’s because he’s a douche bag.” I pushed open the door to my room and leaned against the doorframe, waiting to see Cheyenne’s response.

Cheyenne shrugged. “Well, yeah.”

“Would the both of you shut it?” Shelby asked. “This feels like last semester all over again with you two bickering like an old married couple.”

“We do not!” I said defensively.

“She doesn’t like to give us the goods,” Cheyenne complained.

Shelby looked at Gabi for backup, but she had her nose buried in her laptop while dripping milk from her cereal onto the table.

“Gab?”

“Oh. Huh?” Gabi asked.

“Never mind,” Shelby said.

“You guys can’t sit there and act like you don’t want to know what’s going on with them.” Cheyenne threw her hand out at me.

“Actually, since she’s never home, I assume that the sex is pretty amazing,” Gabi said, looking at her computer screen.

“I never thought she’d be the one to go from proud holder of her V-card to sexpot living at her boyfriend’s house in a matter of a couple of weeks.”

I huffed at Cheyenne’s comment. “I’m still standing right here.”

I hadn’t even considered what my roommates might be saying about me while I was away. I knew that I’d made a drastic change in my life by agreeing to date Grant, but I’d thought they would be happy for me. Maybe they were, and this was their backward way of showing it.

“Anyway, I have to get ready for class.”

I disappeared into my room and changed into a purple V-neck sweater and jeans. Instead of taking the time to straighten my hair, I pulled it up into a tight ponytail at the nape of my neck. After applying some mascara and baby-pink lip gloss, I made a hasty retreat.

“You know,” Cheyenne said when I walked back into the living room.

“No, I don’t.”

“You’d think you’d be in a better mood with how often you’re getting laid.”

I slung my backpack over my shoulder. “I probably would be if you stopped badgering me about it.”

“Yeah, Cheyenne. If she wanted to tell you how big Grant’s dick was, she probably would have already,” Shelby cut in.

“Grant would probably show you before I’d tell you,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Noted,” Cheyenne said with a wink.

“Cheyenne!” Shelby cried. “You’re not going to ask Grant to show you his dick.”

“You’re right. That doesn’t sound like me at all.” Sarcasm dripped out of every word.

Laughter bubbled up out of me. I couldn’t help it. I’d been on edge all morning, and now, I was clearly losing my mind. I was sure that it all had something to do with my crazy course load and the issues with Grant. I wished I knew why Grant and I couldn’t work out our problems. When we had gotten back together on the beach, I’d thought the worst was over, but I had a feeling that the worst was yet to come.

“Dude, I got that track from last week,” Corey called out.

His hair was spiked up into a fauxhawk with a backward trucker hat resting about halfway back on his head. He wore black shades at all times, even in the studio, and alternated between different colored deep V-neck T-shirts underneath loose plaid button-ups.