My Roommate is Hot
I muttered to Andy before walking toward Jaxon, who was already on his feet and approaching.
Up close, his glare wasn’t fully directed at me.
It was aimed at Andy.
“What are you doing with her?” he asked, voice unexpectedly hoarse, deep, low — so low I could feel the rumble under it.
I took in his appearance. Ruffled hair falling over his forehead, brushing his brows, giving his eyes a dangerous look.
When his gaze landed on me for a split second, my stomach dipped and I felt warm.
He was hot. Too hot.
And I shouldn’t be finding him attractive.
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