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PUCKING MY ROOMMATE WE'RE OKAY
Chapter 139 They walked back down the dark hallway, the floorboards cold under their bare feet. When they stepped back into the bedroom, Raphael stopped. He looked at his own empty bed across the room, then over at Liam’s. After everything that had just spilled out in the kitchen—after the awkwardness, the secret, and the weird, hysterical laugh about bread—that six-foot gap between their mattresses looked completely absurd and definitely not needed. Liam pulled his blanket back and climbed in, propping himself up against his pillow. He looked over at Raphael, who was just standing there in the middle of the floor, staring at his own bare feet like he was afraid to move. Raphael swallowed hard, his throat tight. "Can I..." Raphael started, his voice barely a breath in the quiet room. He looked up, meeting Liam’s eyes. "Can I lie with you tonight? Please?" Liam didn't say a word. He just shifted over toward the wall, lifting the corner of the heavy duvet as response. Raphael didn
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE ALEX KISSED ME!!!
CHAPTER 138The clock on the microwave down the hall chimed 2:00 AM.Raphael was lying flat on his back on his bed, staring up at the shadows on the ceiling. Across the room, separated by almost six feet of cold hardwood floor, Liam was tossing and turning on his own bed. Every groan of the mattress springs, every heavy, frustrated exhale from Liam felt like a wire wrapping tighter around Raphael’s chest.He’s awake, Raphael thought, his hands clenching into the sheets. He’s exhausted, he’s miserable, and it’s all because of me.Liam let out a sudden, loud groan of pure frustration. He kicked his blanket off, swung his legs over the side of the mattress, and stood up. Without looking across the room, he walked out into the dark hallway, his heavy bare feet slapping against the floorboards.Raphael stared at the empty bed. The silence in the room hit him like a physical weight, heavier than before.I can't take this, Raphael thought, panic rising fast and hot in his throat. God, I can
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE RAPH... STOP HOVERING
Chapter 137The key turned in the lock, and the heavy front door swung open.The silence inside the apartment hit Raphael like a physical punch. It smelled like stale coffee, cold air, and that cheap, suffocating body spray Alex had been wearing. It made Raphael’s stomach turn inside out.Liam stepped in first, dropping his gym bag by the entryway bench. His eyes swept over the living room—the crumpled throw blanket on the couch, the empty glass on the side table, the absolute scene he just let Liam walk into.Panic flared hot in Raphael’s chest.Don't look at it, Raphael thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. God, please don't look at that couch."I—I know the place is still a mess," Raphael stammered, his voice sounding entirely too loud. He kicked off his boots, tripping over his own laces. "I didn't clean it up yet. I was... after you didn't come back last night, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even think straight, Liam. I was just sitting here staring at the door. I'm so fu
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE ARE YOU COMING HOME TONIGHT?
CHAPTER 136Raphael stared down at the black rubber mats under his boots, his fingers totally numb as he yanked his laces loose. His chest just felt... hollow. Like a cave. And it wasn't from the two hours of getting skated into the ice.Practice was brutal. Total agony.Every single drill, every line rush, Liam just erased him. Completely deleted him. When they lined up for 2-on-1s, Liam didn't even hesitate—he just slid right beside Marcus. Didn't look at Raphael once. During powerplay reps, Raphael called for a drop pass, loud enough for the whole fucking rink to hear. Liam held the puck, turned his back, and flipped it clear across to Miller.He's not even mad, Raphael thought, the realization sitting in his throat like broken glass. He’s just done. He’s completely shut the door, and I’m standing outside in the dark.It hurt worse than getting checked into the boards at full speed. He felt invisible. A ghost wearing a jersey.He didn't stick around to hear the locker room noise
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE THE COLD SHOULDER
CHAPTER 135"And I'm telling you, girls don't like that shit, Marc," Liam was saying, a genuine, throat-deep laugh spilling out of him as he pushed open the heavy double doors into the arena locker room. He had a large iced coffee in one hand, his gear bag slung over his shoulder, looking more rested than he had in weeks. "You were bugging her like a fucking creep. It was pathetic.""It's called being caring and present! Playing the long game." Marcus argued, grinning as he followed right on his heels, dropping his own bag with a heavy thud onto the wooden bench. "And when I stop dropping all those numerous texts, my abscense will be felt! That's how you play the game cap!"Liam laughed again, shaking his head as he stepped toward his stall—and then his eyes hit the corner bench.The smile died on Liam’s face so fast it was like someone had sucked all the air straight out of the room.Raphael was sitting in his stall, still in his gray sweatpants, his skates sitting unlaced on the flo
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE I love YOU
CHAPTER 134Raphael slammed the truck door shut, the freezing night air cutting into his lungs as he collapsed back into the driver's seat. His forehead dropped heavy against the center of the steering wheel. He wanted to scream. He wanted to punch something until his knuckles split.How was I so fucking blind?!He sat there, teeth grinding, skin crawling with disgust at the memory of Alex grabbing his jacket, trying to force a kiss, weaponizing his dead mother just to pull Raphael back onto his leash. All those days of playing the martyr, playing the reliable best friend... while Liam was bleeding out right in front of him.Raphael grabbed his phone off the console with numb, shaking fingers. He hit Liam’s contact again.Ring.Ring.Ring.Your call has been forwarded to an automated—He hung up, tapped the screen, and called again. Then again. Five times. Ten times. Over and over, watching the screen go back to the contact name until his vision blurred with pure panic.He couldn't l
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE CHAPTER 4- Does he own a fucking shirt?
The arena lights hummed overhead as the team took the ice for morning practice. The cold air bit at Liam’s exposed skin, but he welcomed it. it sharpened his focus. He skated out first, stick tapping against the ice, calling out positions for the warm-up drills. Captain’s job. Always had been.Raph
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE CHAPTER 3 - Hands on training
Liam’s eyes snapped open at 4:07 AM, the same time his internal alarm had gone off for years. The room was still dark, the city outside the window quiet except for the occasional distant hum of traffic. He lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, before the weight of the new realit
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE CHAPTER 2- The enemy in my room
Liam paced the length of his apartment like an animal on heat, the city lights glittering mockingly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The victory high from last night had curdled into something sour and heavy in his chest. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard Raphael’s voice, low, mocking, f
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE CHAPTER 1- Trouble moving in?
The locker room smelled like sweat, icy gel, and adrenaline. Liam Lannister sat on the bench, lacing his skates with sharp, precise tugs, jaw tight as he listened to the distant roar of the crowd filtering through the tunnel.Frostbite Wolves versus Shadow Reapers. The biggest rivalry in the league
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