across his bare chest. He had well-defined muscles and a light tan despite the fact we were coming out of winter. I wished I could take a hot poker to my eyes. I didn’t need his perfect pecs distracting me from his terrible personality.
“You told me it wasn’t a problem for the weight equipment to be in here.”
“The equipment is fine. You using it while I’m still in here? Not so much.”
He shrugged, his lips lifting in his signature smirk. “I still don’t see the problem. Aren’t you enjoying the view?”
“I’m not enjoying any of this! Would you put a shirt on?” I gestured toward his football jersey, which was lying across the end of his weight bench.
His expression somehow managed to grow more smug. “Are you really sure you want me to put that on?”
“Of course, I’m sure.”
“Because I think we both know my jersey would look much better on you…”
I pinched my brow and shut my eyes, hoping he’d be gone by the time I opened them. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with Aiden. I needed a cup of coffee.
Unfortunately, when my eyes opened once more, Aiden was still standing there grinning at me with his devilish smile. Staying with Zoey and her crazy parents was beginning to look really appealing right now.
“Aiden.”
“Yes?”
“Get out!” I pointed toward the doorway, narrowing my eyes in my most violent scowl.
He lifted his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. No need to get upset.”
He started to leave, but I stopped him as he went to open the door. “Hey, wait a sec.”
He slowly turned, a hopeful look in his eyes as he smiled at me. “You’ve changed your mind? You want the show to go on?”
“God, no.” Instead, I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and lifted it up to take a picture of him.
He blinked with surprise as the flash went off, and the smile on his face was replaced by a frown. “What was that for?”
“Evidence.”
“And why would you need that?”
“So I can send it to my parents and explain why I need to be living anywhere but here.”
His frown deepened slightly, like he was put out by the idea. “Surely you don’t want to leave so soon.”
“I just woke up to a teenage boy half-naked in my room.”
“Which is something most girls your age would dream about,” he pointed out.
“I’m not like most girls.”
“Clearly,” he grumbled. “Did you at least get a good picture?”
“Aiden.” I pointed to the door once again. “Get out of here.”
He grinned wickedly and winked at me before leaving the room. I threw a pillow at him, but it slammed against the door as he pulled it shut. My breath was coming in short, and my body still quaked with anger. How was I going to survive another day with that boy?
I looked down at my phone, hoping to see news from my parents. There were no missed calls or messages from them though. I could only assume that meant they were still trying to sort themselves out of the mess they were in.
I was tempted to message them yet again, but instead, I opened the photo album to look at the picture of Aiden. It was actually a good shot. Then again, I imagined he could make even the most average photos look amazing. The corner of his mouth was lifted in that sly smile of his as he looked at the camera, and the golden glow of early morning light highlighted his chest. He looked like something out of a catalog.
“Stupid sexy jerk,” I muttered. “Zoey’s never going to believe this.”
I knew I might regret it, but I pulled up my last message to her and forwarded her the picture, adding the caption look what I woke up to this morning…
My phone rang immediately.
“Are you kidding me!” Zoey screamed down the line as I answered. I jerked my ear away from the phone and quickly lowered the volume. My eyes darted nervously toward the door. I hoped Aiden wasn’t loitering out there because she’d been loud enough he totally could have heard her.
“Worse? Worse?” Zoey might not have been dying, but she sure did sound like she was hyperventilating. “You’ve clearly come down with the virus. You must have a fever addling your brain, because seeing Aiden Moore in all his topless glory—in real