In Love With My Roommate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My pulse quickened, and I was torn between wanting to pull away and lean into his touch. We reached his room, and I stepped inside, my eyes quickly scanning the space. It was plain, minimalistic, with black and dark décor. Everything felt so cold—completely at odds with my love for pastels and warmth. The room, like him, was a study in control, a reflection of the man who kept his emotions locked away behind that unreadable expression.

I couldn't persuade him again, so I had to leave the office and went straight to my office but I couldn't concentrate. "Is it a crime falling in love with him, why is he making this unbearable for me and I can't even tell him the way I feel, Oh God, I need your help before I run mad", I cried out to myself. In the next 30 minutes, Edin's Dad, The General manager Fred came into my office. "Hello beautiful", he said smiling. "Good morning, I said returning the smile. "How was your night, hope it was splendid", he said smiling sheepishly.

But my head was all over the place. Why was this bothering me so much? “I'm not jealous. I don't care what he does or who he does it with” I kept repeating to myself, drumming it into my mind until I had no other choice but to accept it as the truth. When we were still roommates with Ellie, I couldn't count how many times I'd touch myself to sound of them fucking. To it being me inside that room with him. Now, I didn't even want to think about it. Why? Why was it different now?

I murmured, and continued, "Honestly, it would have been the perfect night to sleep with him, or at least make out with him." In the next moment, my understanding listener turned bright red, although it should actually be me who was uncomfortable. Otherwise I was never so open. "Um... okay. So...well, I can't make any other sense of his behavior right now," Justin stuttered wildly. I'm sure I would have found that very funny under other circumstances, but I didn't feel like it at the moment. "I just shouldn't have ever fallen in love with him," I murmured, almost drowning in tears. "Where love falls, which I think you would make a pretty nice couple," said my roommate, just wondering what hi

I never wanted to be a cause for her pain or embarrassment so it wasn't the end of the world. “Good! My new roommates are awesome. Remember I told you about them?” I'd been so ecstatic over meeting Charlotte and Olivia I couldn't help but share every last detail with my Russian love, who enjoyed hearing all about my "adventures" as she so called them every time we spoke.

“You need strength if you want to leave this place soon.” Ethan looked up with a small pout. “Are you always this bossy, Kyle?” “Always,” I answered for him, sitting on the couch. “He’s worse when he’s in love.” Kyle choked. “Champ—!” Everyone turned to look at us, confused. Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Wait. In love? With who?” I smirked, watching Kyle go pale. “Oh, you know. He's my roommate, he might have been seeing a girl I don't know."

-" Are you coming over tonight? I have a meeting at the studio, but the guys want to see you." "Aww, you do?" Lana pouted and hugged his arm. "Yeah, sorry, babe." He kissed her pouting lips. "I understand." She sighed and leaned away from him. "Should I bring anything?" "Bring snacks." He answered immediately, making them both laugh. There was hardly ever any food at the loft since the guys were always at auditions or shooting. His roommates were a mix of his college buddies, all making their way in the entertainment industry. She had joined their group after their bonds were formed, but she loved them.

"Mark, there's no way I can sit through this lecture. Let me borrow that recorder you usually use to record lectures." I casually turned him down. "I forgot to bring it today." Right then, Layla and Tracy barged in with a whole crowd behind them. Layla planted herself front and center and, in front of everyone, threw the accusation at me. "Mark Burnett, Tracy is my roommate! How could you take advantage of a lady when she was helpless and do something as disgusting as sexually assaulting her?"

Even through the imperfect video quality, he's still beautiful—his dark hair slightly messed from running his hands through it, his eyes tired but lighting up when he sees me. "Hey, beautiful," he says, and the sound of his voice makes me smile despite the loneliness that's become my constant companion. "Hey yourself," I reply, settling back against my pillows. "How was your day?" "Exhausting," he admits, rubbing his eyes. "I have so much reading to catch up on, and my roommate's girlfriend is here again. They're not exactly quiet." I try to keep my expression neutral, but something cold and sharp twists in my chest at the mention of his roommate's girlfriend. It's not jealousy exactly, but

WILLIAMS I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, letting the silence in the room get into my skin. The day had been long and hectic, my body aching and my mind, racing. I made my way to the bed and sank into it, letting out breath I had held back for a while. The ceiling stared back at me indifferently, it was literally blank - just like I had become. I had settled for Emily. There is no need sugarcoating words because there was no grand love story.