Semua Bab PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Chapter 111The cool morning air hit them as the heavy front door of their apartment clicked shut behind them. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the air didn't carry the suffocating weight of looming disaster. Richard had gone silent, and every other problem seemed to have taken the memo too.Raphael tossed the car keys into the air, catching them cleanly with a slick, practiced flick of his wrist. He was dressed in a dark, fitted jacket over a gray henley that clung to his broad chest, his dark curls still slightly damp from the shower. He looked entirely too good for a casual day out, radiating that effortless, dangerous confidence he always brought onto the ice.Look at him, Liam thought, watching the subtle flex of Raphael's shoulders as he unlocked the car. He looks like a fucking greek god. "You're pacing again, Captain," Raphael said, clicking the key fob. The headlights of his black SUV flashed twice in the dim garage lighting, unlocking with a soft chime.Lia

Chapter 113 The hum of the tires against the asphalt vibrated straight through the floorboards, but every single one of Raphael’s senses was dialed into the sudden, suffocating heat in the footwell. He’s out of his fucking mind. The thought slammed into the back of Raphael’s skull, sharp and frantic, as Liam’s hot breath washed over the sensitive, exposed skin of his lower stomach. His knuckles were white—so tight around the perforated leather of the steering wheel that his hands had gone completely numb. Sixty-five miles an hour. Open highway. A stretch of road with nothing but a car every five minutes. And Liam Lannister—the pristine, straight, now formerly straight, golden-boy captain of the Frostbite Wolves—was on his knees beside his thighs, unbuttoning his pants. "Liam—" Raphael’s voice cracked, a raspy, wrecked sound that barely sounded like his own. He tried to swallow, but his throat was bone dry. His eyes darted frantically between the red taillights of a semi-truck

CHAPTER 115Liam slammed his first brass token into the glowing slot of the air hockey table. The internal fan kicked on with a heavy, mechanical hum, sending a cushion of air hissing up through thousands of tiny holes. The dark red plastic puck began to hover, drifting lazily across the white surface.Liam grabbed his striker, his fingers wrapping around the grip with the precise, practiced tension of an elite athlete.Alright, Lannister. Five to seven points. Keep it clean, lock down the defense, and make him fulfil all your wishes for today.Across the seven-foot stretch of the table, Raphael picked up his own striker, testing its weight with a casual, effortless spin between his fingers. He looked entirely too relaxed, his broad shoulders leaning slightly over the end rail, dark eyes locked onto Liam with that familiar, infuriating smirk."Ready to get embarrassed, Captain?" Raphael asked, his voice low and smooth over the arcade’s background noise."Just serve the puck, Thorne,"

Chapter 117"Looking back at it now," Liam said, his voice barely above a whisper, completely grounded and certain, "it feels absurd. It feels like I spent years fighting a war against myself for no fucking reason. I spent so much energy pretending to be this stoic, unbreakable machine, when all I really needed to do was stop fighting.""You were protecting yourself," Raphael said."I was hiding," Liam countered softly. "There's a difference. But sitting here right now... looking at you... it terrifies me how easy it actually is. I am so fucking comfortable loving you, Raphael. It feels more natural than anything I've ever done on or off the ice. And that's the part that blows my mind—how much time I wasted being terrified of something that feels this good."The silence settled over the table, thick and heavy with the weight of the confession.Raphael didn't break it with a joke. He didn't drop a sarcastic line to diffuse the tension. He simply reached across the small table, his larg

CHAPTER 119The front door of the apartment clicked shut, locking the cool night air and the outside world firmly behind them.Liam tossed Raphael's car keys onto the entryway console with a heavy sigh of satisfaction, kicking off his shoes. Beside him, Raphael unzipped his leather jacket, leaving a small trail of dried river mud on the pristine hardwood floor from his ruined boots.Liam looked down at Raphael’s feet, then up at his jaw, catching a distinct smudge of river clay near his ear."You're a disaster, Thorne," Liam said, a sharp, mischievous glint hitting his eyes. "And you'll have to stay that way for a while lomger. I’m taking the first shower."Before Raphael could even react, Liam turned on his heel and sprinted down the hallway toward the bathroom."Not a chance in hell, Lannister!" Raphael barked, his elite reflexes instantly kicking in.Raphael covered the distance in three massive strides, lunging forward right at the bathroom threshold. His broad arm swept around Li