Chapter 8. Bryce’s Room

Erica’s POV

“Are you going to stand out there all day or are you going to come in here and clean my room?” Bryce’s eyes are full of amusement as he opens his door making room for me to come inside.

I look around the room and it looks just like it did ten years ago. Clothes are all over the floor, dirty dishes are piled up on every surface, and there is a thick layer of dust that covers everything. The stench of a teenage boy hangs heavily in the room and I wrinkle my nose in disgust.

“When was the last time your room was cleaned?” I murmur underneath my breath.

“Mother tried to teach us a lesson a few years back and made us responsible for cleaning our own rooms,” Bryce tells me. “But it didn’t work.”

I don’t have to turn around to know that Bryce is standing directly behind me. I can feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. Trying to ignore his presence I sit my bucket down and begin to get to work. Bryce follows me closely around the room as