More Than Roommates
Alex~
I’m on my bed scrolling my phone, half‑asleep, when I hear the shower shut off.
Then Seth steps out.
Towel low on his hips, water still clinging to his skin. His chest is broad and damp, hair curling from the steam. He doesn’t look at me at first just runs the towel over his neck and shoulders, slow, the movement pulling every line of muscle taut.
When his eyes finally meet mine, something flickers in them and my throat works to swallow a thick wad of spit.