Lahat ng Kabanata ng PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Liam stepped out of the penalty box with his jaw locked tight, the five-minute penalty box feeling like an eternity. The arena noise crashed over him like a wave — cheers, boos, and the sharp scrape of skates on ice. His knuckles were raw and swollen from the brawl, and his right arm throbbed from an earlier hit he’d ignored.The scoreboard read 2-1 in favor of the Wolves. Good. They’d held the lead while he was gone.He skated back to the rink, where Raphael was already waiting, eyes sharp with concern. Their gazes met for a brief second. Raphael gave him a small nod — silent gratitude mixed with something heavier. Liam looked away quickly, afraid of what he might see in those dark eyes.“Welcome back, Cap!” Marcus shouted, slapping his shoulder. “We held ‘em. Let’s finish this.”The game resumed with ferocious intensity. The Shadow Reapers were angry, playing even dirtier now. Every shift felt like walking through fire. Liam threw himself into the play, skating harder than he had al

Liam stood frozen in the middle of the hotel bathroom, heart hammering so loudly he was sure Raphael could hear it over the running water.“You’re going to help me shower?!” His voice cracked embarrassingly high. “No. No way. I’ll figure it out. I can—”Raphael leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that infuriatingly calm smirk playing on his lips. “Pretty boy, you can barely lift your good arm without wincing. How exactly do you plan on washing your hair or your back?”Liam opened his mouth. Closed it. The reality of his situation hit him like a slapshot.“Fine,” he grumbled, face already burning. “But… the shower might be tricky with the sling. Water could get in.”Raphael glanced at the large corner bathtub. “Then we use the tub. You can rest your arm on the edge and keep it dry. Problem solved.”Liam’s brain short-circuited. A bathtub. With Raphael. This was getting worse by the second.Raphael didn’t wait for more protests. He turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature

Liam stayed silent.The words “Tell me to stop and I will” lingered in the heavy darkness between them like a loaded question. His heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his throat, in his temples, in the throbbing pulse between his legs. Every inch of his body was hyper-aware of Raphael — the solid warmth of his chest pressed against his back, the strong hand that was currently teasing the elastic of his boxer briefs, the steady rise and fall of Raphael’s breathing against his neck.Raphael waited. Patient. Steady. Giving Liam every chance to pull away.When no protest came, Raphael’s hand slowly, deliberately slid lower.His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Liam’s boxer briefs, brushing over the trail of soft hair leading down. Liam’s breath hitched sharply, his entire body tensing.“Raphael…” Liam whispered, voice strained and shaky, barely audible.“mhmm?” Raphael murmured against his ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. “I’ve got you. Just feel. If at any point, you

“I’m not going anywhere.”The simple line hung in the air between them like a promise wrapped in quiet certainty. Raphael’s voice was soft, steady, and far too gentle for the storm still raging inside Liam’s chest.Liam scoffed, the sound escaping before he could stop it. A shaky, disbelieving chuckle followed. He dragged his good hand through his messy hair, trying to hide how much that promise affected him.“Wow,” he muttered, forcing a crooked grin. “You sound like a mushy poet right now. Professing your undying love or something. Careful, Thorne, you’re gonna ruin your reputation as the cocky bisexual heartbreaker.”Raphael’s eyebrows shot up. Then a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms, eyes sparkling with mischief.“Oh really?” he drawled, pitching his voice higher in an exaggerated imitation of Liam’s tone from minutes ago. “You’re one to talk, pretty boy. Weren’t you the one doing the confessing? ‘Oh my Raphy baby… I

Chapter 39Never ask what the worst that can happen is. Life has an alarming tendency to treat it like a challenge.Raphael’s playful words — “Relax, Captain. What’s the worst Marcus could possibly get himself into?” — hung in the air for approximately three seconds before Liam felt the familiar sinking sensation of impending chaos.He should have known better.Marcus had already vanished into the crowd like a man on a mission, and both Liam and Raphael silently agreed — without exchanging a single word — that letting him wander unsupervised was a terrible idea.They discreetly followed.The charity fair was a vibrant explosion of life. Colorful tents and stalls dotted the large park like jewels on green velvet. Local bands played upbeat summer music from a small stage, while volunteers in bright vests moved through the crowd collecting donations. It was beautiful and It should have been relaxing.Instead, Liam’s nerves were stretched tight.He kept his good hand in his pocket, sling