In Love With My Roommate Novels & Stories

I flung my hands around his shoulders, holding onto him as he hoisted me across his hips. In the next second, I was pinned somewhere between him and a wall undoing his belt. I had no idea how I became this sex crazed person. Maybe it was how good it was with Jace or maybe I just had it in me. The good thing was that he matched my drive and today was no different. "I missed you so bad this morning," he confessed amidst kisses. "I hate it when we can't wake up together." "Yeah, me too. I can't wait for the day to be over so we can go back home and not have to spend another night in a hotel room."

My emotions were all over the place last night, so stupid thoughts lingered in my head. Yes, that was right, I was not falling for him. The lack of interaction with men was making me think I was actually in love with a man like Aaron. I remembered I had Zach Brown’s business card. Bingo. Going on a date with him would keep me in check. I finished my food and tossed the empty plate in the sink before going back to the bedroom to freshen up. I took a cold shower, I don’t know what it was, but I was loving cold showers these days. When I finished, I stepped out and called Zach.

It's not great to be so in love with your roommate that it hurts. Before we understood our feelings, he drove me to work a lot, which wasn't unusual, but now he did it more frequently. We got along so well that our friends found it strange. I didn't know what to do because I didn't hate him anymore, but it was easier to hate him. Abby came over to study last night, and I had to lie to her too. Kent walked into the kitchen to get something to eat before his workout while we were at the table. Then he asked Juls, "Do you want anything?"

I went over to the chair and table near the bedside as I took my seat, trying to comprehend everything that happened. I was not angry but felt a great glint of disappointment since my dad said earlier that I won't be having a roommate. I wonder how I would manage to live with Christopher, my new roommate for a whole 6 years without getting attracted to him. I am so in trouble', I thought

It's rare to get your call this late," He said and I smiled. "You miss me?" He questioned and I frowned. "Maybe a little," I tease. "Then I should be given an award because I miss you so much," I cleared my throat, letting an unconscious blush slip from my lips. "My roommate is out on a date with her man and I am just here alone," I pondered why I had given him that information in the first place. I hope he won't think I was inviting him over for the night. "She will be back soon though,"

She tasted sweet and eager, moaning softly into my mouth. Inside my head the panic flickered fast. I couldn’t let Ruyi catch any of this. I couldn’t deal with even more of her cold silence, that stiff wooden-doll look she gave me lately. One wrong move and everything would freeze over worse than before. I pulled back just enough to speak, keeping my voice low and heavy, like I was confessing something painful. “Look… I share that apartment with that my roommate,” I said, my eyes locked on hers, making it sound raw.

“You got there because you earned it.” I shake my head weakly. “But I feel stupid.” “You are not stupid for loving someone.” God. That one hurts. I wipe at my face miserably. “And this roommate?” my mother asks carefully. “Is he treating you well?” Despite myself, I let out a watery laugh. “He’s awful.” “Mhm.” “He keeps calling me Shortie.” “That sounds like flirting.” “Mama!” “What?” I can practically hear her smiling now. “I’m just saying.”

“You know, you’ve got a real attitude problem for someone crashing in my house tonight.” “Correction,” I snapped, raising a brow, “I’m crashing in Liv’s house. Not yours. Nobody wants to be in your room, trust me.” “Good,” he said with a lazy grin, “because that’s the one rule—you stay out of my room. I don’t need you snooping around, darling.” I rolled my eyes. “Please. Like I’d waste a second of my life being anywhere near your mess of a room.” Behind us, Liv groaned. “Oh my god, you two. Can you go five minutes without arguing?”

“Don’t what?” “Don’t make this weird.” Her voice dropped, playful but sincere. “Hayden, everything is already weird. I’m just choosing fun.” For a moment, I forgot everything. Then my phone buzzed. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Lilian noticed anyway. “Bad timing?” “Story of my life,” I muttered, silencing it. She studied me for a second. “Roommate drama?” “You could say that.” “Ah,” she nodded knowingly. “The kind that makes you want to throw someone off a balcony.”

Tatiana was alarmed to see me. Tahlia had not assigned me any tasks, so I switched to polite mode. “Hello, Tatiana,” I said sweetly with a little curtsy. I could see her face slowly twist, and she seemed angry. “Fake! You’re so fake! Urgh!” “Tatiana, what are you talking about?” An elderly lady with a cane appeared from behind her. She squinted at me and pulled out her reading glasses. “And who is this?” “Grandma, this is my friend, Yvonne Zane. I switched dorms, and she’s my new roommate.”