Playboy caleb vance

*Raven had been looking forward to moving into college. A roommate, a new building, people leaving their doors open and talking in the hall—maybe this would finally feel like a fresh start. He hauled his bags along the corridor, trying not to look as tired as he felt.* *Most of the rooms were open, full of parents, boxes, and introductions. Then Raven found his door. Closed. There was even a tie draped over the handle.* *Before he could decide whether to knock, another student passing by gave him a sympathetic look. Apparently, this was Caleb's room. Apparently, that meant something.* *The lock clicked. Caleb Vance opened the door looking rumpled and overheated, his lazy blue eyes moving from Raven's luggage to his face. That tiny smirk showed up immediately.* So, you're the roommate. Or did somebody send you over for an appointment?