My Crush, My Roommate

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’’ I reiterated, my eyes were on the

dormitory for a few minutes at this poi

s eyebrows, arms crossed against his muscular chest

h

d him with a hand up before I heaved

me a smug look and proceeded to

he urge to close my

hips, his upper abdomen resembling that of a chocolate bar. It was almo

eld his hands from injury during boxing matches, but there was no way they could shield me from his undeniable charm. He exuded a seduc

eard him clear his throat, which caused me to hold my

ed with an air of intrigue and I exhaled, glancin

ck to focus on my unpacking. ‘‘I just transfe

d in hearing it directly from his mouth. ‘‘Also a junior. My hometown is a coastal community

velling across his thick neck. Before gaining momentum and plunging over one gloriously defined peck, the drop paused on his collarbone, as did my brea

nside of my lip, cleared my throat, and lowering my voice more than usual. It's possible that yo

always wanted to go to a beach because of the sunsets, but I'm not sure what a guy would find appe

while my excitement faded into worry

bedpost. ‘‘Yeah, it’s pretty cool, I guess…’’ he nodded, but the hesitation in his voice made my stoma

flurry of vibrations, and Devon looked down at the screen for a moment before raising a h

ir. For the few moments that I've spent in this room with him, I haven't been able to properly brea

ed my interest, leading me to believe that it was his girlfriend, but I forced myself to concentrate on the task at

a sketchbook. He spared me a brief glance as I set it on our desk, offering me a small, tight smile befor

rop. Pulling my undergarments, I mentally sent a quick ‘thank yo

ly saved me from having to have another embarrassing conversat

hould I say to

he school secretary, the dorm master, and my new roommate. That was three more people than I’d expected, and probably the

t…’’ Devon uttered these words with a

my uniforms and unwrapped it so that I could hang th

couldn't see a closet or a

om beneath the bed, Devon announced, ‘‘I'm going to take a shower now...’’

oing?’’ I inquired, and

nswered. ‘‘Didn’t I

bathroom?’’ I pointed

eeth caused me to jump. ‘‘That’s a closet, bro. It’s a little cramped

y brushed it off my mind because the ba

ike it may burst through my chest as I frowned at the

p in concentration, he stared at the ceiling and commented, ‘‘You should've passed the

my lungs struggled for air. My leg wobbled, and I perched myself on

ainty increasing as I attempted to conceal t

m was a pair of boxer shorts, I couldn't help but feel frightened.

using the showers too that wer

n’t prepare