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asked.
Evrik took her hand. “I’m going to take you back to the dorms now. You have to meet Chase anyway.”
“We’ll go out first,” Malachi said.
“Bye, sweetie.” Alea wrapped her arms around Sam.
Within seconds, they were gone. She was alone with Evrik again.
Evrik helped Sam to her feet. “We’ll leave in a few minutes. I just want them to check out the area first to make sure he’s gone.”
“Who’s out there?”
Evrik held her hand in his. “I don’t want you to have to worry about anything. Just focus on trying to regain your memory. Talk to Chase. He might trigger it. You two are close.”
“When will I see you again?”
“Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow morning? I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You can cook?” She glanced around the gourmet kitchen.
He knitted his brows. “I think that’s the main reason you keep me around. The dining hall food is terrible, remember? All you eat is Cocoa Puffs.” Evrik stepped closer to Sam and leaned down, his face only an inch from hers. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and taste his clean scent.
Her senses seized, leaving her body screaming for more. She removed her hands from his and grasped her jeans so they weren’t free to grab him and kiss him— real ladylike, Sam . How many guys are you going to kiss in one day? But the possibility of kissing Evrik felt different. Deep down, she wanted to kiss him, unlike Cale. She felt as if she had to kiss him. It was more of a compulsion.
“I think it’s safe to go now,” Evrik whispered. Sam let out a puff of air she didn’t know she was holding in.
CHAPTER 8
Chase opened the door and took Sam in his sturdy arms, squeezing her tightly. “Chase, it’s good to see you too, but I need to breathe.”
“Oh—sorry.” He released her from his strong hold. “My roommate’s a slob. It’s embarrassing to bring a girl into this mess,” he huffed.
Chase wasn’t kidding. Sam had to hurdle across a pile of dirty clothes blocking the entrance to the room. “Does he ever consider doing laundry?” She turned her head away from the stench. God, the stench of sweaty men.
“His form of doing laundry consists of throwing everything on the floor,” Chase scowled. He did his best to clear a path for her with his foot as she moved into the room.
Chase’s side of the room was in flawless order. His textbooks were aligned across his dresser from tallest to shortest. The clothes in his open closet were coordinated by style and color. His flannel comforter lay neatly over his bed. “I see someone has a touch of OCD.” She directed her eyes over to the personal products, also categorized by size, along his side of the sink.
“Oh, and you’re one to talk, missy.” He had a point. She guessed he really did know her well.
Chase’s walls were covered with posters of all different kinds of animals. A life-sized picture of a black bear hung directly above his bed. To the left of the bear, a wolf howled amid a backdrop of a snowy winter’s day. To the right, a mountain lion stood proudly on a rocky ledge above the animal kingdom. Smaller posters hung above his closet doors: a monkey, tiger, deer, fox, and panda bear.
“You’re an animal lover,” she said, still taking in the wild kingdom before her.
“Animals are focused. They’re not clouded by human emotions. They have a job to do—survive —and they do it.”
She noticed a rectangular poster above the door to the bathroom. It appealed to her more than any of the others. A microbar flew within a sea of black, using its echolocation system to navigate through the night sky, fluently scooping up insects in flight. The poster reminded her of her memory from earlier, the first night she went to Evrik’s home. A bat had scooped down to retrieve an insect just inches from her face.
“Samantha, is everything alright?” Chase asked, waving a hand in front of her face.
“Sorry, I must’ve
Evrik took her hand. “I’m going to take you back to the dorms now. You have to meet Chase anyway.”
“We’ll go out first,” Malachi said.
“Bye, sweetie.” Alea wrapped her arms around Sam.
Within seconds, they were gone. She was alone with Evrik again.
Evrik helped Sam to her feet. “We’ll leave in a few minutes. I just want them to check out the area first to make sure he’s gone.”
“Who’s out there?”
Evrik held her hand in his. “I don’t want you to have to worry about anything. Just focus on trying to regain your memory. Talk to Chase. He might trigger it. You two are close.”
“When will I see you again?”
“Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow morning? I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You can cook?” She glanced around the gourmet kitchen.
He knitted his brows. “I think that’s the main reason you keep me around. The dining hall food is terrible, remember? All you eat is Cocoa Puffs.” Evrik stepped closer to Sam and leaned down, his face only an inch from hers. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and taste his clean scent.
Her senses seized, leaving her body screaming for more. She removed her hands from his and grasped her jeans so they weren’t free to grab him and kiss him— real ladylike, Sam . How many guys are you going to kiss in one day? But the possibility of kissing Evrik felt different. Deep down, she wanted to kiss him, unlike Cale. She felt as if she had to kiss him. It was more of a compulsion.
“I think it’s safe to go now,” Evrik whispered. Sam let out a puff of air she didn’t know she was holding in.
CHAPTER 8
Chase opened the door and took Sam in his sturdy arms, squeezing her tightly. “Chase, it’s good to see you too, but I need to breathe.”
“Oh—sorry.” He released her from his strong hold. “My roommate’s a slob. It’s embarrassing to bring a girl into this mess,” he huffed.
Chase wasn’t kidding. Sam had to hurdle across a pile of dirty clothes blocking the entrance to the room. “Does he ever consider doing laundry?” She turned her head away from the stench. God, the stench of sweaty men.
“His form of doing laundry consists of throwing everything on the floor,” Chase scowled. He did his best to clear a path for her with his foot as she moved into the room.
Chase’s side of the room was in flawless order. His textbooks were aligned across his dresser from tallest to shortest. The clothes in his open closet were coordinated by style and color. His flannel comforter lay neatly over his bed. “I see someone has a touch of OCD.” She directed her eyes over to the personal products, also categorized by size, along his side of the sink.
“Oh, and you’re one to talk, missy.” He had a point. She guessed he really did know her well.
Chase’s walls were covered with posters of all different kinds of animals. A life-sized picture of a black bear hung directly above his bed. To the left of the bear, a wolf howled amid a backdrop of a snowy winter’s day. To the right, a mountain lion stood proudly on a rocky ledge above the animal kingdom. Smaller posters hung above his closet doors: a monkey, tiger, deer, fox, and panda bear.
“You’re an animal lover,” she said, still taking in the wild kingdom before her.
“Animals are focused. They’re not clouded by human emotions. They have a job to do—survive —and they do it.”
She noticed a rectangular poster above the door to the bathroom. It appealed to her more than any of the others. A microbar flew within a sea of black, using its echolocation system to navigate through the night sky, fluently scooping up insects in flight. The poster reminded her of her memory from earlier, the first night she went to Evrik’s home. A bat had scooped down to retrieve an insect just inches from her face.
“Samantha, is everything alright?” Chase asked, waving a hand in front of her face.
“Sorry, I must’ve
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