Semua Bab The Quarterback's Roommate : Bab 1 - Bab 8

Chapter Two – First Impressions (Dante POV)The room was already too small. It always was—tight walls, buzzing overhead light, the faint tang of disinfectant clinging to the cinder blocks. Four steps from door to window. Two strides to cross from bed to bed. Now, with Eli Summers hauling in boxes like he was moving into a vacation cottage instead of a shared dorm, it felt suffocating.I leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, my shoulder blades digging into the cold paint. I let my gaze track him the way I’d study an opponent warming up before a game: sharp, assessing, waiting for the tell.Skinny frame drowning in an oversized hoodie. Sneakers scuffed, more from wandering sidewalks than running drills. Hair curling against his forehead like he hadn’t bothered to fight it into place. He looked like someone who lived in coffee shops and bookstores, not locker rooms. Not in my world.And yet here he was, in my space.He tripped over my duffel bag, muttered something under his breat

Chapter 4 – Library Bargain (Dante POV)The library wasn’t my place. Too quiet, too still, like the walls themselves demanded discipline. Give me the roar of the stadium, the thud of weights, the squeak of sneakers on hardwood—anything but this silence where even turning a page felt like a crime.And yet here I was. Because of him.Eli sat across from me, hunched over a spread of books like some chaotic professor who’d gotten lost in his own notes. His pen tapped against the page, his hair falling into his eyes as he mumbled half-sentences I couldn’t catch.When he finally looked up, his grin was too wide, too knowing. “So,” he said, drawing out the word like he was about to propose a deal with the devil. “You need help. And luckily for you, I’m great with words.”I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed. “I don’t need help.”“Mm-hm.” He flipped through the battered lit anthology in front of me and stabbed his finger at a highlighted passage. “You underlined ‘the futility of man’s stru

Chapter 6 – First Party Invite (Dante POV)The bass rattled the walls before we even reached the door. Typical Friday night—cheap beer, sticky floors, some idiot trying to impress with half-broken speakers. I should’ve been used to it by now. But this time was different.This time I had Eli trailing behind me.He looked like a deer about to bolt, clutching the strap of his bag like someone might swipe it the second he let go. Too neat for a party like this—collared shirt buttoned all the way up, curls fighting gravity, eyes darting over the crowd already spilling onto the lawn.“Relax,” I muttered, shoving my hands into my pockets as we crossed the porch. “No one’s gonna eat you.”He shot me a look, wide-eyed, half terrified, half offended. “You didn’t tell me it would be… this.”“This is college.” I smirked, pushing open the door.Heat, beer, perfume, sweat—everything hit at once. A couple made out against the hallway wall. Someone screamed with laughter from the kitchen. Music throb

Chapter 8 – The FalloutEliSleep was impossible.I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, the muffled thump of bass from across campus still ringing in my ears. Or maybe it wasn’t the music—it was my pulse, relentless, refusing to calm down.I kept replaying it. The couch. The press of his arm brushing mine. His mouth, hovering a breath away from mine.Almost.That cursed word again. Almost like a warning. Almost like an invitation.I’d never been the type to unravel over proximity. Words were my refuge—neatly stacked in books, carefully scribbled in notebooks. They never betrayed me. But tonight, Dante Cruz had undone me without a single touch.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way his gaze had locked on me—sharp, intent, like he wanted something and wasn’t supposed to. My body remembered the heat, the weight of expectation, the way I had leaned up without meaning to.And I hated myself for it.Because he was my roommate. My… friend? Maybe. My tutor, my annoyance, my complica