Setting his phone down, Mark rubbed a hand through his hair, still mussed from his cotton-covered pillows. He wanted to go, but after hearing little things here and there about Darcy’s family, not only from Darcy but from his other roommates, he wasn’t sure if he should. If Darcy’s family found out that he was from North Carolina and didn’t have a cent to his name, how would they treat him? Hell, how would they treat Darcy if they knew that they sort of had a thing going now? Speaking of that “thing”, did last night mean she was interested, or was she just looking for the occasional hookup? They hadn’t exactly clarified what they were doing in between Darcy’s hundred and one questions and their heated kisses. Groaning, he lay back down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe he shou
