Make that two new roommates. My heart speeds the slightest bit, and I realize I’m excited. Weirdly excited. And not just because I know it’s what Megan would expect. Maybe it’s because my house really is too quiet. Or maybe it’s because I can’t stop noticing the way Evie keeps tugging her hair over her shoulder, revealing the curve of her neck, the ridge of her collarbone, the slope of her bare shoulder. She’s wearing overalls over a white tank top, a look I didn’t know I liked until I saw it on her.
