Kyle raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and backed out.
“I like you, Vaughn. You’re fun.”
I’m traumatized.
I didn’t even rinse. I bolted. Toweling off half-dry hair, sprinting barefoot like a lunatic through the corridor, dodging naked asses and damp towels.
When I reached our dorm, I slammed the door, locked it, dropped my towel, and collapsed on my bed, gasping.
It was close. Too close.
What was wrong with Kross? Why was he suddenly helping me, throwing me into showers, giving pep talks like some grumpy coach from a teen sports drama?
He was acting like he cared. And I knew that was a lie. Kross didn’t care about anyone. He barely tolerated his own reflection.
I got dressed, still cursing under my breath. I went to drink some water from the bottle near his bed. My hand brushed somethin
