My Muted Love (Muted Hoplessness Book 1) by Love Belvin

Author:Love Belvin [Belvin, Love]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MKT Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-03-12T18:30:00+00:00

The door was agape when I made it to the third floor, apartment D. There only seemed to be four on the top floor of the dorm—that looked more like an apartment building—and this was at the far end of the hall. When the limo pulled up, I honestly thought maybe this was the wrong place. I’d never been on this side of campus. It could have been for staff and not students from how garden apartment’ish it looked. But when the security guard asked for my ID and who I was visiting, I knew I was at the right place. But this being Ashton’s dorm was still a question. Either way, I was back on campus and could easily get back to my dorm just fine.

Slow music flowed through the crack of the door. Did he have company? Was Aivery in there? Maybe this was a mistake. With a shaky hand, I rang the doorbell. Doorbells. They have doorbells? We sure didn’t. Then again, we didn’t need them for our small rooms. It would be annoying to hear over your head when the door was just feet away.

“Come in!” boomed through the door and into the carpeted, quiet hallway.

I glanced around behind me before pushing the door open. This was so not how I planned this. The first thing coming into view when I click-clacked inside was a small, rectangular room with a fancy lamp, a chair and a half because it was slightly bigger than a chair and smaller than a loveseat, and a huge fish tank. In the corner was a stereo system, playing old school music. It was…a vibe in there.

“Back here.” I recognized that baritone and closed the door.

As I continued down the dark hall, catching the frames on the shadowy walls, the music faded. This place was nothing like the room I stayed in. My heels clacked along the way until I met a lit opening. I realized it was the living room on the right with the kitchen directly across to my left. Ashton sat, stretched out on a sofa shirtless, with one leg extended on a loose ottoman. An ice pack sitting on his leg as he faced the large television posted over a fireplace. Around the living room were lit candles, but even with those, I could tell this wasn’t a romantic setup because of the background noise in here. It was football.

“Is this your place?” I asked, though slowly being convinced it was.

As crazy as it sounded, the place smelled like him…in a natural sense. Not that I’d been around Ashton a lot, but when I did, I picked up on his natural body scent.

He didn’t answer right away. Ashton was motionless, inspecting me from head to toe, reminding me why I was here in the first place. My plan was to be a little cocky and strut—or attempt to—in the heels to show him I’d practiced on the track like he told me to. But his empty expression blew every ounce of cockiness out of the water.

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