Tasting my Best Friends
Then outside, he pressed me against the wall, right there with people still walking in and out of the building.
“What… what are you doing?” I asked, trying hard to control myself.
“He’s a friend? I didn’t know we were friends.” He raised his eyebrow.
“Well, I don’t know what to call you. You tell me?” I said, reminded of earlier.
“How about your hot roommate?”
“Well, you’re not.” I lied, looking away from his face. “Do I need to get a ride or will you drive me?” I asked, not comfortable with how close he was… “Okay, I’ll—”