All Chapters of More Than Roommates : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alex ~It’s almost sunset when Seth is half ready to leave for his game. He is already dressed halfway for his game, sitting at the edge of the bed and tying his sneakers. The sound of the laces sliding through loops is the only thing that fills the room.My laptop’s open on the desk, but I’ve been staring at the same paragraph for ten minutes. The words blur together because I keep glancing at Seth. His duffle bag lies open beside him, the corner of a towel hanging out, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the fabric softener from his jersey.He tightens one lace, pulls it clean, then looks up at me. “You good?”I blink, trying not to look too caught. “Yeah. Studying.”He snorts. “You’ve turned one page in half an hour.”I close the laptop with a sigh and swivel in my chair. “You counting?”“Kind of hard not to,” he says, grinning. He leans forward, and rest his forearms on his knees, watching me like he can see the lie on my face. “You sure you don’t want to come early? We c

Alex~The door rattles twice, before Jordan kicks it open with his sneaker.He walks in grinning and adjusting the straps of his tote that keeps digging into his shoulder. “Delivery for the sleep-deprived,” he announces, holding up a pack of chips and three canned drinks. “The library looks like a zone, so I figured I’d bring the trenches to you.”Seth snorts from where he’s stretched across the bed, one arm behind his head, a book open upside-down on his chest. “You’re gonna regret that,” he says. “Alex turns into a dictator during exam preparations.”“I do not,” I mutter, though I’m sitting cross-legged at the desk surrounded by highlighters, open notes, and a growing fortress of empty coffee cups.Jordan drops his bag onto the floor and looks around. “You guys need better lighting. This place feels like a cave.” He flicks on the lamp beside me, warm light spills over my notebook. “There, that’s more civilized.”“We are civilized now?” Seth asks.“We’re trying.” Jordan plops onto th

Alex ~Seth had that look on his face, the one that usually meant he was up to something.It was there the second he pushed the door open, sunlight spilling in behind him. He didn’t even say hello, just stood there with a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth, both hands hidden behind his back like he was a kid about to reveal stolen treasure.“What?” I asked.He stepped closer. “Close your eyes.” He replied still grinning.“No.”“Alex.” He said it in a mock-serious tone “Trust me. You know you can trust me.”I raised an eyebrow. “Well I know I can, I’m just not sure why I should.”“Well it’s because my surprise is worth it,” he said, smirking. Then, before I could protest again, he unfolded something between his fingers and dropped it on my open notebook.Two concert tickets.I blinked. “You’re kidding.”He shook his head, grin widening. “Nope. Sold out in an hour. But your brilliant, incredibly good-looking boyfriend made it happen.”I stared down at the tickets the artist’s nam

Alex~The first morning of exams always hits like a punch no matter how prepared you have been for it. I wake before my alarm rings, my heart is already sprinting and my mind is running through every formula and every paragraph I’ve memorized, I wake up feeling tired and exhausted Seth’s still asleep when I sit up, his breathing is relaxed and slow, one arm draped over the blanket like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I stare for a second, jealous of the calm.I guess he isn’t the type to panic before exams because according to him stress makes him forget everything he knows, so he just doesn’t bother.I wish it were that easy for meThe dorm is quiet when I slip out of bed to make coffee, the smell rich and bitter, trying to convince my stomach that food might help. Seth stirs behind me.“Why’re you up already?” he mumbles, voice rough.“Couldn’t sleep.”He sits up, hair a wreck, rubbing his eyes. “You studied till, what, two?”“Three,” I admit.He groans. “You’re gonna fry you

Seth~Exams are finally over, and the dorms are so quiet it feels like it’s holding its breath.No papers, no highlighters, no noise.Alex is curled up on my bed, half under a blanket, scrolling through something on his phone. The light from his screen throws a soft glow across his face, catching on the damp strands of his hair. The smell of his soap and mint toothpaste wafts around the room. I sit on the floor, leaning back against the edge of the bed with a half-empty ramen cup beside me. My head rests against his knee. “We survived,” I say, voice hoarse from too little sleep.He doesn’t look up. “Barely.”I grin a little. “You always say that, and then you end up getting A’s.”He shrugs, thumb flicking across his screen. “Maybe this time’s different.”“It’s not,” I say. “You just like torturing yourself.”He finally lowers the phone and gives me a look that says I’m annoying, but not enough to make him move away. He nudges my shoulder lightly with his foot, and the argument dies