Bad Boy Roommate
“Peak horror, huh? And what exactly does that mean? Are we talking mild jump scares, or someone screaming and fainting in the theater?”
Dani waved her hand dramatically. “Oh, come on. You know you love screaming in terror, don’t lie. And Taranis is coming. You have to see him scared.”
I groaned, but I could already feel the spark of excitement. Part of me wanted to pretend to act all nonchalant and brave, and part of me knew this would be a perfect opportunity to see Taranis squirm a little too.
Taranis had a ridiculous grin on his face when we met up outside the campus gates. “Hazelnut,” he greeted me, using that irritatingly familiar nickname that always made my stomach flip, “ready to wat