BULLY ROOMATE
He pulled out my Kindle and I tensed.
Please don’t look at that.
He smirked and turned it on, swiping through my growing romance collection. He lifted a brow. “Wow, Josie,” he whispered, eyeing me. “What have you been dreaming about over here? I haven’t seen one cover without a naked guy on it.” He stopped on one, and I tried to grab it but he jerked away and stood to his feet with a smile. “This guy—this guy is a stripper. You into that, Jose?”