Tyler pushes his hands on his knees and stands. “And that’s exactly why I didn’t.”
“Oh come on!” I pout. “If we’re going to be roomies, I need some personal info.”
He contemplates it for a moment. “Six feet five, a hundred seventy-five pounds, brown hair, and brown eyes. Favorite color is orange, and I like spicy foods,” he rambles off, then gives me a s**t-eating grin.
“That’s not what I meant!” I groan. “Wait. Your favorite color is orange?” I chuckle. “That’s cute.”
“Can I go now?”
I groan, narrowing my eyes. “At least give me your sister’s name!”
“Fine. Her name is Everleigh.” He gives in, and I grin victoriously.
“Maybe I’ll get to meet her someday.” I smile hopeful, but he doesn’t take the bait to give me more information.
He nods firmly at me with tight lips, and I know he g
