Chapter 2
TWO
HAYES’S SISTER, HAYES’S PROBLEM
Nolan
I wipe the water from my mouth with the back of my hand and stare at a very frazzled—yet highly attractive—female standing in my living room with a face redder than my hockey jersey. My smirk deepens, and her lips part with a sweet gasp.
“Hello? Did you drop me? Are you hearing anything I’m saying?” The person on the phone sighs loudly. “It’s as if you’re the one in shock from telling me that you can’t orgas?—”
The girl scrambles to her knees in a rush and pushes end on the call at least fifteen times to silence her friend. I roll my lips together to keep myself from laughing at her expense and stare at her down below, on her knees.
Mmm , what a nice sight.
“Bro, I forgot to tell?—”
I turn and face Hayes walking out of his bedroom, heading in my direction.
It all happens in slow motion. His haughty walk, the eye contact, and then boom. Down he goes, landing in the water that showered from my mouth because of the chick on the floor, who is currently drowning in her own embarrassment. It’s kind of cute.
“What the fuck is on the floor?” Hayes growls.
I chuckle. “Besides you two? Water.”
My roommate rises to his feet and swings his attention to the girl who is unmoving. “I thought you weren’t coming until later?”
“And I thought you had practice.” Her tone is snippy to say the least.
She’s feisty, and hot.
Is this his girlfriend? Shouldn’t he, like, help her up?
I would, but that would be crossing a line.
Instead of intervening, I round the counter and pour myself some more water. Thanks to Hayes, he mopped up the mess on the floor.
“Practice got pushed.” he finally answers. “Why are you on the floor?”
I flick my eyes past the rim of my cup and watch the hottie shrug nonchalantly. “No reason. I prefer the ground.”
I laugh and it echoes in my glass. Hayes ignores me but she doesn’t. I catch her eye for a split second before she quickly looks away.
“Well good, ‘cause that’s where you’ll be sleeping.” Hayes says.
“Bro, what?” I can’t help myself. “You’re gonna make your girlfriend sleep on the floor?” What is his problem?
By the look of utter disgust on his face, I am fully aware that I’ve read the situation wrong. If she isn’t his girlfriend, then who?—
“Ew!” she shrieks, jumping to her feet.
Hayes pinches the bridge of his nose. “She’s my sister, you sick fuck.”
Sister? Oh shit.
“ This is Hannah Banana?” My gaze sharpens on her.
Fuck me. She’s…not what I expected. Hayes showed us her picture once. He didn’t tell us that it was taken at least ten years ago.
I put my attention back to him. “I thought she was your younger sister.”
“She is.” he says.
I scoff. “Was the picture you showed us from third grade? Hannah Banana isn’t ten years old! She’s…” I look over at her, and she’s sending me a death glare. “Our age!”
“Stop calling me Hannah Banana!” she hisses.
I pay her no mind because I’m going to call her whatever I want to call her.
Hayes throws his hands up. “If you guys knew she was our age and attended Wilder U, then I’d never hear the fucking end of it.”
I chuckle. “You’re leaving out a very important part of that sentence, and you know it.”
She’s hot, and the entire team is going to want to fuck her after they get wind. I understand his reasoning. I really do. What I don’t understand is what she’s doing in our apartment with a box of shit near her feet.
“What is she doing here?” I ask.
Hayes leans his hip against the counter. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. She’s going to be staying here for a few months until her friend starts the spring semester and they get their own apartment.”
“And whose room is she staying in?” Because it sure as hell isn’t going to be mine.
Hannah sighs loud enough to draw our attention. “Now I suddenly understand the floor comment.”
That sucks for her.
A gentleman would offer up his bed but not when he plays for the hockey team and has the entire student body counting on him to win the season. I can’t do that with lack of sleep and/or while sleeping on the floor myself.
I slowly walk around the counter, pass by Hayes, and then stop beside Hannah and her box of things. She stops breathing when I lean down into her space. “Good luck with the floor, Hannah Banana.”
She growls and I smile like an asshole.
I lower my voice even more so her older brother won’t hear. “And with the… other thing.”
I move away before she can step on my foot and snag my keys so I can head to practice.
I don’t mind that she’s needing a place to stay. I’m hardly even here. You won’t find me giving up my bed though.
Hayes’s sister, Hayes’s problem.
The floor will suit her just fine.