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Is one quiet night really too much to ask? I clasped my hands on my ears as the sounds of moans and groans from the other room was piercing through the walls of my bedroom. This is what I get for agreeing to living in the same house with one of the biggest players in campus, just so I could pay cheap rent.I laid down in bed, defeated. I couldn't even get through one sentence with all of the commotion from the other room. What the heck is he even doing to these women to make them scream all night? Is he really that good in bed? I heard the front door closed, so I took it as a signal that whoever was screaming the whole night was out of the house. I went out of my room, humming to a tune that has been stuck in my mind since this morning, and went straight to the kitchen. "Late night?" I jumped up in shock as a deep manly voice greeted me when I entered the kitchen. He stood there smiling at me, leaning on the kitchen counter, a tall glass in hand, only wearing his boxers that didn

“Tanner!” I almost choked on my own saliva as Charlotte yelled in the middle of the cafeteria. And just like that, all eyes gravitated to us. And that was the last thing I wanted. While both Sebastian and Charlotte love the limelight, I was never comfortable with the attention.“Grey? How can I help you?” Of course, he knows her. Why am I even surprised?My eyes met his and a playful smirk appeared on his lips at the sight of me squirming behind my best friend. And I almost forgot that this jerk also loves being the center of attention, especially when it comes to girls. I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling at him and just averted my gaze.“Just one thing.”And silence filled the whole cafeteria as Charlotte’s palm smacked the smile out of Eros’ face. Everyone was staring at them. Students, staff, and even professors stopped everything they were doing and watched like it was a new show on a streaming app. “That’s for my friend. And this one is for all the other girls you have messed

I spent the rest of the week avoiding my housemate. I don't know what these feelings I keep having when he's around, but I know they're dangerous. “You are coming to the party.”“Huh?" I looked up from my lunch and was greeted by Charlotte rolling her eyes at me."What's up with you? You know I let it slide for the past days, but I know you've been distracted. Is everything okay?" Her annoyance changed into worry in the blink of an eye. If I can't be honest with my best friend, then who can I be honest with."Just please promise that this stays between us.""Of course. So what is it?""So, you know I moved out right. My... uhm... neighbor is a guy. And we had a couple of interactions for the past month." I started. I guess I made the right call by not saying that we live under the same roof, 'cause by the look on her face... She's already cooking a story."Is he hot?""Seriously?""It's just a yes or no, Psyche.""Fine, yes. You can describe him as hot. That aside, we barely even tal

"Thanks for the ride." She forced a smile on her face as she took off the helmet. "I guess now I know why you like riding this thing so much.""What do you mean?" I asked curiously at her as I put my things away."The way you can swerve through the roads. The air brushing through your skin." She paused for a second and smiled genuinely this time, looking at the helmet she had just taken off. "I don't know, but I felt free. Thanks again." And before I could say another word, she had already placed the helmet on my motorbike and was already walking inside our house. The next few days after that night were strangely unremarkable. Psyche has been quiet lately, clearly, she hasn't been herself. She's always inside her room when she's at home, and she would do anything to just avoid anyone while in school. "Charlotte. Where's Hana? I've been trying to contact her, but she's not answering any of my messages or calls." I heard Sebastian's voice echo through the cafeteria as he stood in fron