Todos os capítulos de More Than Roommates : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Alex~ I don’t sleep well after that dream and when I drag myself to class the next morning, the images are still there, Seth’s mouth on mine, his fingers inside me, the heat and the way I came so hard I woke up shaking. It’s really ridiculous. The stupid too real dream that clings to me like swear, making my skin prickle, my chest tight and my dick hard. Jesus. Jordan is already in his seat when I slide into mine. He’s got his laptop open, notebook flipped, pen tapping against the edge of his desk like a metronome. “Yo,” he says, not looking up. “So, for the project… listen, I was thinking we could…” His voice is moving but my head isn’t following. I catch maybe three words before everything blurs into static when the professor shows up his voice blends into Jordan’s, then melts into the hum of the overhead lights. I try to focus, I swear I do, but all I can think about is the dream, the sweat in Seth’s hair, the way he whispered, his hands… I’m so fucking gone. “Al

Alex~We slip away from the noise, up a narrow stairwell at the back of the house. Seth leads without explanation, his hand brushing the railing, his steps confident. We pass a locked door, then another, and he pushes open a small hatch near the ceiling.“You’re kidding,” I whisper.“Come on,” he says, ducking through.I follow him onto the rooftop, it’s a flat stretch of concrete with a low wall, the city lights spread out like scattered gold below us. The night air is cool, carrying distant music down the street.Seth drops onto the wall’s edge, legs dangling. I stay standing, still taking in the view.“This is insane,” I say. “How did you even find this?”“Leo showed me freshman year,” he says, leaning back on his hands. “We come up here after rough games. Or just when it’s too loud inside.”I move closer, finally sitting beside him. For a while, we don’t talk. The city hums around us. The air smells faintly of asphalt and pizza grease.“Your family close by?” Seth asks suddenly.I

Alex~ Weekend smells like sweat and asphalt and cheap popcorn. I’m at a game I was invited to and turned down. The gym is louder than I expected. I sit high in the stands with my hood pulled low, but that doesn’t stop the sound from crashing over me squeaks of sneakers, the slap of the ball, the yells of coaches. I’ve also never seen Seth play properly before, not like this. I should be focused on the score, on the quick cut and shuffle of players, but my eyes keep finding him. Seth. He’s all motion and rhythm. His tank clings to his back, dark with sweat, and his hair keeps falling into his face only for him to shove it back with those long fingers of his. He laughs once, when he strips the ball from an opponent and goes charging down the court, sneakers squealing, body moving like it was made for this. It’s stupid how hot it is. And I can’t look away. The buzzer screams. I flinch. The crowd erupts into cheering, clapping and stomping. Seth’s team is ahead, of course,

Alex~Seth’s weight is still on me, his forehead resting against my collarbone, his breath hot and uneven against my skin. His hand is still cupping the back of my thigh like he doesn’t want to let go.“Hey,” he murmurs after a long stretch of silence. His voice is soft, spent. “You okay?”I can barely think, but I nod against his shoulder.“Yeah.”“You’re sure?” He shifts slightly, pulling out slowly, careful like I might break. I wince but it isn’t bad it’s just strange, raw and real.He eases off me, sitting up on his knees, rolling the condom off and tossing it in the trash. I watch him through heavy lids, still catching my breath.His chest rises and falls in sharp jerks, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his lips swollen from all the kissing.“Gimme a sec,” he whispers, reaching for tissues, cleaning me gently like I might shatter.I twitch at the touch and he stills, eyes meeting mine.“It’s okay,” I say quickly, breathless.He gives a soft, crooked smile and goes

Alex~I sit on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands, staring at the floorboards because I can’t look anywhere else without remembering. Seth’s arm across me, his mouth on my skin, his face when I called it a mistake.He isn’t here. His bed is neatly made like no one even touched it. The hoodie he wore last night is gone. The whole room feels emptier than it should.I check my phone even though I know there’s nothing. No messages. Not from him. Not from anyone.I swipe through apps I don’t care about and then stop on Tracey’s contact. My thumb hovers over it.I have to fix this. I have to fix something.I type:Can we talk today? Please.She takes a while to reply, long enough that I think she won’t.Then:Fine. Cafe by the humanities building. 11am.I exhale shakily.The café smells like burnt coffee and old wood polish. I sit at the corner table, tapping my fingers against the paper cup. The steam curls into the air. I watch it instead of the door because watching the do