“Thanks.” I smile.
Making my way to where she pointed, I find the entrance without too much trouble. Beau’s room is down the corridor as I track the numbers on the door. When I get closer, a guy stops me.
“You looking for someone?”
“Yeah.” I hold up the paper, then point past him. “Just down there?”
A smirk graces his lips. “On the left. I’m Beau’s roommate, Kellan. And you are?”
“Alexa.”
“Oh, Alexa Edwards?”
My brows draw in as I tilt my head with curiosity. “How do you know?”
“Beau’s mentioned you. The name just stuck.”
“Right …”
“Anyways, just go on in. The doors unlocked. He won’t hear you knock. Usually, AirPods are in.”
“Of course, it’s all about studying.”
Kellan grins. “Yeah … sure.”
I thank Kellan, then continue down the corridor. It dawns on me I don’t even know what Beau is majoring in because he’s never mentioned anything that has to do with college. I’m surprised he even goes, to be honest.
The door is just on my left. As I place my hand to turn the knob, I realize I really should knock first but then hear music. He probably won’t hear me. My hand twists the knob to open the door wide when my eyes fall upon Beau standing in the middle of the room as a girl is on her knees, sucking him off.
“Oh my god!” Beau lifts his head to meet my shocked gaze, but I clutch my chest in a state of panic. “I’m … I’m so sorry.”
Panicked, I turn around in a mad rush and slam my face and arm against the edge of the door. The pain ricochets in my mouth, causing me to see stars.
“Ouch,” I cry.
“Alexa?” he calls in a raised voice. “Fuck, are you okay?”
I shake my head, but it hurts, and then I taste something weird on my lip.
“Brittany, get me an ice pack,” Beau commands.
Even in my state of pain, I glance down to make sure he isn’t naked below. Thankfully, his jeans are zipped up.
Brittany crosses her arms beneath her chest. “Who is she?”
“Never the fuck you mind,” Beau shouts. “Just get me the goddamn ice pack.”
“Get it yourself!” Brittany storms out of the room, staring me down like I’m some villain. If anything, I’m the victim here.
Beau retrieves the ice pack and demands I sit on his bed. Carefully, he places it on the corner of my lip as I gasp from the cold.
“What are you doing here?”
“Your dad asked me to drop the keys off.”
“Oh,” he mumbles.
“Yeah, oh, for me,” I drag. “Your roommate told me I didn’t need to knock.”