Bryson's POV
It's move-in day and Rowan shows up at my dorm early, coffee in one hand and an energy that's way too bright for eight in the morning. It's not a surprise anyways, she's always been overly energetic about my life after the whole Julian and I kissing thing.
"Ready to move in with your stepbrother? " she asks, grinning wide. “Or should I say, husband?” She continues, this one barely a whisper.
"It's literally 8 in the morning, please don't start." I mutter, already regretting telling her about this arrangement. My stomach is already twisting just by remembering what's about to happen.
Danny's sprawled on his bed doing absolutely nothing useful while Rowan and I pack boxes. He keeps tossing out terrible pick-up lines that somehow makes Rowan laugh, not in the romant
