4: Psyche

“So, you're friends with Charlotte Gray, and dating Sebastian Fabian?"

I was leaning on the kitchen counter as I ate my apple, scrolling through social media as Eros walked into the kitchen with his duffle bag still hanging on his shoulder.

“Thanks for taking the hint and not saying anything about our set-up.”

I said, taking another bite before looking at him. His hair was wet and tousled, perfectly framing his chiseled face, and the feeling from earlier in the parking lot resurfaced again. He dropped his bag on the counter and made his way towards the fridge.

"I'm guessing both of them don't know where you're staying?" He said. He took out the orange juice and drank straight from the pitcher. 

"Nope. And I want it to stay that way."

"Why?" I was hoping he would just shrug off what happened today, but I was out of luck. 

"Well, I love Char, but I don't want her to have any ideas, and Sebastian, obviously, he wouldn't agree with me living with a guy."

"Then why don't you live with him?" He was looking at me like I was the dumbest girl he had ever met. Guess I have no choice but to let the cat out of the bag.

"I have a family problem... That's why I moved out. Seb and his dad are close to my dad, so if Seb knows where I am, then my dad would know too." He just nodded before putting the pitcher back in the fridge. 

“So, no flavor of the night?” I asked, noticing the lack of a female companion around him.

“There is. Just haven't met her yet. I have plans with the team tonight. I just came home to shower and change.” He said, shrugging, before getting his bag.

“Wow. You are a whole new species. Still have the energy after extensive soccer training? Impressive. I’ll be out of your way then.” I said, standing up from the stool and starting to walk out of the kitchen.

"You want to experience something more impressive?"  He smirked at me, and I could already read what was going on in his mind. 

"In your dreams, Tanner." I said, forcing a smile at him before leaving him in the kitchen.

“Mav! Oh my god! F*ck!”

I woke up with the moans and groans penetrating my bedroom walls. All I could do was put in my wireless headset, but even with the music blasting dangerously in my ears, I could still hear all the moans, groans, screams, and the occasional wall knocking coming from his bedroom.

Since it looked like I would not be able to sleep anytime soon, I just went downstairs and got myself a beer just to cap off the night. I was on my second can when I heard footsteps down the stairs, and that was my cue to hide beside the fridge.

“Are you sure I can’t stay the night?” I rolled my eyes at how cringy the woman's voice sounds, still probably trying to seduce my housemate. 

“You know I don’t do that cuddle BS.” Even without seeing his face, I know he was smirking at the girl right now, playing with her like she was on the palm of his hand.

“Then maybe we can do this again some other time?”

“We'll see."

"Just call me when you need to spice up your life."

Seriously? Girls throw themselves at him like this? I mean, I know that he’s like a Greek God, but is he that good to have every girl groveling at his feet?

“You can come out now.”

I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard his voice near me.

“You scared the sh*t out of me!”

“It is not polite to eavesdrop, housemate.”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping. I went downstairs to get a drink because I couldn’t sleep with all the noises upstairs.”

"In my defense, I had my hand on her mouth while I was pounding her. She was just loud. Almost couldn't finish one round. Her voice felt like nails on a chalkboard."

"So, I'm guessing she wouldn't be invited back?"

"Nope. Never again."

The two of us shared a genuine laugh for the first time as he got himself a can of beer from the fridge. We started talking about the most random things, and I have to admit, he was easy to talk to. He listens well and he can carry a conversation, unlike my initial thoughts of him being a meathead jock.

“How were your finals, by the way?” My eyebrows raised as soon as I heard his question. "What?"

“Nothing, just didn't thought you would be curious about that.”

“FYI, I'm a dean's lister since my first year until now.”

"You're joking..."

"Nope. Want to see my certificates?"

"We've been living for almost a year now. Why don't I know that?" I was really in awe of that revelation.

"We never really had a conversation, since you moved in. Well, until now." He said and I heard almost a bitterness on his voice. 

“Well, we don’t really fall in the friendly category before, do we?” I said, taking another sip of my beer. 

“Before? So... something changed?”

“Maybe…”

And with that, I smiled at him and clinked my can with his. Chugging until the last drop of beer in my can. He leaned closer to me and I can't help but feel danger with him being this near. The smell of beer together with his cologne and breath was inviting me closer. I felt by body heating up as our face got closer and closer.

*DING DONG* Saved by the bell. 

"Good night." 

I said as I moved away from him and hurried up to my room. That was a close call.