My Crush, My Roommate

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..'' I stutteringly scrambled to my feet while simultaneously brus

peek up at Devon, but he was staring at me as if I had grown a second head, s

y ounce of self-control I could have to grab hold of the nearby bedpost and immediately sit

with the door closed?’’ he asked, s

to give a believable head nod. I racked my brain trying

e and the closet that was just about halfway full. Do you not have any more to unp

anation, at least he gave the impression that he was willing to let it go. But his questions made me gri

ad contributed my meager collection of uniforms to it. On the desk, where I had one sketch book, it was crammed full of his

ked like no one lived on my side of the room

ups, fairy lights, romance books, floral scented candles. So I lied, avoiding his judging eyes, and my gaze wandered up

d, but I quickly composed myself, grateful that he didn't notice it because he was now bus

nt longer. Instantaneously, an image of him exposing himself and striking a pose in front of me while I paint him popped int

cting his pleased gaze toward

could only scowl

see me as a girl. But when I looked into his eyes, all I saw was disg

y, when I saw his

e sight of his bare chest as he undressed. His arms froze above

before, and now one of them was removing his shirt right in front of m

eminded myself as my eyes widened. And a boy wo

he sun had selected him specifically to receive its rays. Mountains and valleys decorated his torso like a m

est of the way over his head. My attention was finally drawn to his face,

led. ‘‘I mean, yes! I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be? Just a

dy wrapped myself in the blankets and

e grin. I didn’t see this information of h

I heard additional rustling sounds of mo

I like was undressing in the same room as me. Sucking in another breath, I tugge

ears decided this was the time to p

was immediately followed by the sound of his belt being unbuckled. My eye

s to maintain a steady breathing pattern, my cheeks were getting dangerously close

tion in my neck after I heard the faucet squeal as it turned

't very effective, so I squinted my eyes open instead and focused on

m currently sheltering behind a flimsy sheet with my no

pid strategy that was certain to fail, and all I was

now...'' Devon's sudden voice made m

of nowhere, as if it had been listening to what I was saying. This made Devon chuckle

foam container from a well-known fast food restaurant, but I didn’t move. He began to rip the sh

blankets more tightly than usual, terrified

ce as mine. When I realized that there was no way for me to win against him, I flung the covers

my mouth as I waited for him to remove the sheets that were c

‘‘You’re such a weirdo…’’ he shook his head and placed the Styrofoam on my han

as he sitting

rrow…’’ he said, taking a sizable chunk out on his burger. ‘‘You can find the tr

on it. Am I ready to become a boxer? What if he’d le

t me, waiting for my answer. I nodded at him, fin