Chapter 10

Then Rob opens the apartment door and heat from outside blasts into the foyer. Actually, no—it’s hot out there. In here it feels like an ice cave in comparison.

“If it doesn’t,” Rob says, heading outside, “you call maintenance.”

I frown over my shoulder at Kyle. “But it’s the weekend.”

“They have someone on call,” Kyle assures me. “I have the number if you need it.”

As I’m locking the door behind us, Rob leans over me, body heat and sweat coming off him in waves; standing so close to him raises my temperature, too. Kyle’s already heading down the steps. “If you want to get with him,” Rob says, keeping his voice low so he won’t be overheard, “I’d go down and ask for that number later whether or not your A/C’s up and running.”

“It’ll probably be fine when we get back,” I tell him.

Rob shrugs. “I’m just saying, is all. Do it beforehis roommate comes home, if you know what I mean.”

I think I do.

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