Chapter 4
“I’m starting to think you’re stalking me,” Chase said dryly as Trevor invited himself to the table in the common area where Chase had his books and papers spread out.
“I don’t think I can stalk you in the public area of a building that I live in,” Trevor pointed out, not mentioning the bit about having seen Chase in the common area and circling back to his room to grab something for an excuse to hang out with him. Instead he just pulled up the chair closest to Chase—well, as much as the papers would allow.
Chase tilted his head to the side like an inquisitive cat. His long black hair was loose today, tumbling over his shoulder and shimmering in the harsh fluorescent light in a way Trevor only ever saw in commercials. “I haven’t seen you in here before. At least not without Jo
