LOGINBrenda’s POV Tyler lasted exactly one day before he started making comments. Nothing mean. Just constant. Raising his eyebrows when Chris came out of my room in the morning. Loudly announcing that he was leaving for class so we had “the place to ourselves.” Leaving a box of condoms on the kitchen counter with a note that said for the love of god stop using my shower. Chris found that one particularly funny. I turned the color of the hoodie I was wearing and shoved the box into a drawer while Chris laughed into the back of my neck. It should have been more awkward than it was. Living with your roommate while sleeping with his best friend had every ingredient for disaster. Instead it settled into something strangely workable. Tyler complained for form’s sake and then adapted. Chris stopped using the couch as a bed. My room became our default. The rotating girls stopped appearing. One of them texted him three nights in a row and he answered the phone in front of me, told her he was se
Brenda’s POV Tyler lasted exactly one day before he started making comments. Nothing mean. Just constant. Raising his eyebrows when Chris came out of my room in the morning. Loudly announcing that he was leaving for class so we had “the place to ourselves.” Leaving a box of condoms on the kitchen counter with a note that said for the love of god stop using my shower. Chris found that one particularly funny. I turned the color of the hoodie I was wearing and shoved the box into a drawer while Chris laughed into the back of my neck. It should have been more awkward than it was. Living with your roommate while sleeping with his best friend had every ingredient for disaster. Instead it settled into something strangely workable. Tyler complained for form’s sake and then adapted. Chris stopped using the couch as a bed. My room became our default. The rotating girls stopped appearing. One of them texted him three nights in a row and he answered the phone in front of me, told her he was se
Brenda’s POV I lasted twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of staring at the ceiling in the dark while the words he said on the sidewalk replayed in my head. I don’t like other people touching you. I’m done acting like I don’t notice you. My body was still tight with leftover adrenaline from the party and something hotter that had nothing to do with the guy from economics. The apartment was quiet. Tyler still wasn’t back. Chris was on the other side of the wall, awake, because I hadn’t heard the couch settle the way it did when he finally passed out. I got up. The hallway felt longer than usual. Light from the kitchen spilled across the floor in a thin strip. Chris was standing at the counter with his back to me, drinking water out of the same glass he had filled earlier. He had taken the long-sleeve off. The shirt underneath was white and thin and clung to the line of his spine. He turned when he heard me. For a second neither of us spoke. His eyes moved over my face, then lower, tak
Brenda’s POV I heard the front door open around ten. I was still in my room with the iced tea bottle empty on my desk and my textbooks open to pages I had stopped reading an hour ago. The sound of a girl’s voice floated down the hall, bright and a little drunk. Then Chris’s low answering laugh. The same laugh he used when he was comfortable and already thinking about where the night was going. I turned my lamp off and lay down even though I wasn’t tired. The apartment walls were thin. They had always been thin. Most nights it didn’t matter. Tonight I heard everything. The soft thud of shoes being kicked off. The fridge opening. Her giggle when he said something I couldn’t make out. After a while the sounds moved to the living room and the TV turned on low. Then the TV turned off. Then the unmistakable shift of two people getting comfortable on the couch. I stared at the dark ceiling and tried to count the tiny cracks in the paint. It didn’t work. I heard her soft inhale. I heard
Brenda’s POV He was still there when I got back. I pushed the door open at 3:20 and the first thing I heard was the low sound of the TV and the second thing I saw was Chris on the couch with his legs stretched out and a bag of chips open on his stomach. Tyler was in the kitchen making a sandwich like the afternoon was completely normal. The apartment smelled like burnt toast and the cheap body spray Tyler used too much of. Chris looked over the back of the couch when I walked in. “Look who decided to come home,” he said. “How was class, princess?” “Don’t call me that.” “You didn’t answer the question.” I dropped my bag by the door and went straight to the fridge. There was half a bottle of water and a carton of eggs and the milk he had promised to replace and hadn’t. I grabbed the water and shut the door harder than I needed to. Tyler glanced between us with the mild interest of someone who had seen this exact exchange before. “You two fighting again?” “We’re not fighting,” I
Brenda’s POV The front door slammed open at 12:40 a.m. and I already knew who it was. I was on the couch with my laptop balanced on my thighs, trying to finish a reading response that was due in the morning. The volume was low. The apartment was finally quiet. My roommate Tyler had gone out hours ago and I had claimed the living room like it actually belonged to me for once. Then the door opened and Chris walked in like he paid rent. He had a girl with him. Blonde. Short skirt. Laughing at something he had just said in the hallway. He kicked the door shut with his foot and dropped his keys on the counter without looking. The girl was already shrugging off her jacket. “You’re still up,” Chris said when he saw me. His voice was easy, amused. Like finding me on the couch at almost one in the morning was part of the routine. “Some of us have class,” I said. He grinned. The kind of grin that made it clear he thought I was funny for being irritated. He was tall enough that the
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w







