Roland found himself standing on the stoop of the UKB house, waiting impatiently for someone to hear his knock over the blare of the stereo. He began to pound harder when the door flew open.
“Roland! Good,” Trey said, his grin as smug as ever. “I was afraid you were the other neighbors bitchin’ about the tunes.” He gestured toward an open doorway behind him. “Fisher’s in the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” Roland stepped around Trey, but stopped short when he reached the kitchen.
Trey snickered behind him.
Fisher and Corey, the other freshman in the UKB house, were on their hands and knees, scouring the floor with scrub brushes. Eyeing Fisher, Roland had to admit, he didn’t mind seeing a good-looking man with his ass in the air. That was another reason to question his sanity in pursuing Fisher. He
