BLAZE: Enemies to Lovers College Hockey Romance Eddie Cleveland (best mobile ebook reader .TXT) 📖

night was fun, but how is this all going to play out once her hair goes back up and her underwear goes back on? Did it change anything or was last night’s Prissy some kind of birthday fluke?

I don’t know where any of this leaves us, but I’ve gotta leave a bladder full of last night’s beer in a toilet. Easing out of Prissy’s bed, I’m slow and quiet. I don’t want to wake her. I get my clothes back on and stumble down the hall. Time for everyone’s favorite hook-up game: bathroom-door roulette. Which of these identical, white doors has a toilet behind it? Twist the random door handle and take your shot. I take my chances and can’t believe I get it right on the first try. Steam pours out of the room, but I’m too focused on emptying my bladder to think about why.

“Ahhh!” a naked lady rubbing body cream down her leg screams. She lunges for a towel, and I fling my hand up in front of my face like I don’t know how fucking eyelids work anymore.

“Shit. I didn’t know anyone was in here.” I slam the door. I’m not sure what to do. I still have to piss. Worse now, actually. I contemplate going on the front lawn when the door opens back up. More puffs of steam emerge, then she steps out.

“I should have knocked, but I wasn’t sure if it was a bedroom. Knocking on a bedroom wouldn’t have been as bad though,” I start.

“It’s fine.”

There’s a fluffy blue robe wrapped tightly around her, and that towel she grabbed is twisted in that gravity-defying thing women do with their hair. With all the screaming and fog and tits, I never noticed that she’s quite a bit older than I expected Prissy’s roommate to be. She’s beautiful, but she has some lines on her face that give away her additional experience.

“It’s all yours.” She won’t look at me. Instead, she rushes up the hall, disappearing into her room.

Well, fuck. I’m not going back to sleep now. Should I go wake up Prissy and tell her what happened? Should I leave? I’m not sure. The only thing I know for sure is that I have to take a piss. Once I finish and wash up, I’m thinking a little clearer. I decide food will help me think even better. I head downstairs to see if I can scrounge a bowl of cereal or something.

I wasn’t expecting to run into the roommate again. She’s dressed now. The towel is gone too, which makes the fact that her hair is silver even more notable. There’s a family-sized box of Honey Nut Cheerios on the counter. It reminds me of my ultimate childhood freedom: Saturday morning cartoons with zero adult supervision. Right now, it just makes my stomach growl.

“You want some? There’s bowls right up there.” She directs me to the right cupboard, then gets me some milk from the fridge. “I figured Priscilla brought someone home. Either that or she became religious.” Bemusement spreads from her smile up to her eyes.

“Meaning?” The clink of the cereal hitting my bowl just reminds me how starving I am.

“It had to be sex or praying. You know. All that, ‘Oh My God!’” She shrugs.

“I guess I’ve got two things to apologize for. First, should’ve knocked. Second, sorry for the loud sex. I wasn’t thinking about the whole roommate situation last night.”

“Roommate? I wouldn’t call her that. She was definitely my womb-mate though. Heh, get it?” She grins at me. “I’m saying she’s my kid.”

“Really?”

“I’m pretty sure. I mean, I never had her DNA tested, but I do remember pushing out her pumpkin head. So, yes. Really. I’m April, by the way.”

“Blaze,” I answer.

“I heard a scream. Is everything all right?” Prissy shuffles into the kitchen. She’s wearing clothes, so it’s safe to assume she’s got a panty situation going on. The question is: are they still in a twist?

“A scream? Oh, that was at least twenty minutes ago. Jeez, I hope I never fall down the stairs or something.”

“I must have fallen back asleep.”

“I should get a guard dog. If someone breaks in, you’ll probably sleep through it.”

“Yeah, go with the guard-dog plan.” She rubs her eyes. “Because, even on a good day, I’m not getting up and ninja kicking anyone.”

“That’s a shame. You’d make a cute ninja.” My smile dies when she focuses on me. Prissy’s frown kills it.

“And I think you two make a cute couple,” April grabs a bottle of Tylenol out of the cupboard and shakes a couple out of it.

“Mooom,” Prissy groans.

She fills a glass with some tap water and hands it off to Prissy. “Here.”

“Thank you, but do you think we can have a second?”

“Okay, I’ll let you love birds have some breakfast in peace.” She smiles at her daughter. April turns her attention my way. “It was nice to meet you, Blaze. Remember, it’s always better to knock on a bedroom door than walk in on someone in a bathroom.” She winks.

Prissy’s mouth opens and her eyes open wider. “He walked in on you?” She says it like the breath got knocked out of her.

“Not using the toilet. That would be awful, wouldn’t it? I was moisturizing.” Her mother helps ease the anxiety from Prissy’s face. “Because I just got out of the shower.”

And, it’s back again. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Don’t worry, honey. Everything is fine. Take some deep breaths. Have some breakfast. There’s nothing to stress about.” Her mother gives her shoulder a squeeze, and I can almost feel the warmth she has for her kid from over here.

It’s nice. A real touching family moment, even if we are discussing me seeing her mother completely naked. Once April clears out, all that warmth flees the room with her. Prissy moves around the kitchen, making herself toast. Buttering it. Spreading jam. The entire time, she doesn’t say a thing. The only vibe I’m getting off her is ice cold.

This feels like