Page 25 of The Roommate Situation

I groan when the sun shines on my eyes, drawing me out of sleep the following morning. I have a headache but it’s not as bad as it could be. Flashes of the night before start to play through my head and I realize I don’t remember most of what happened after we got to the Halloween party. I remember Zach, but after that it’s all a bit of a blur.

I open my eyes and start when I realize I’m not in my own bed. I jolt up and look around before I see Parker next to me, and I don’t know if I should feel relieved or horrified. What the hell happened last night? Then my eyes widen when I look down and see what I’m wearing. It’s a T-shirt, but it’s not mine. It’s huge on me.

Fuck. Parker wouldn’t take advantage of me, I know that, but why am I in his clothes? I still have my black panties on underneath, and god his shirt smells amazing, and it’s ridiculously soft.

“Hey,” I hear and turn to see Parker blinking up at me. “How are you feeling?”

“Um, okay, I think,” I say. I pull on the shirt. “Is this yours?”

He flushes. “Yeah. You threw up in the middle of the night and a little bit of it got on your costume. I figured you wouldn’t want to sleep in it after that. This was the easiest thing to get you into. I hope that’s okay?”

I groan and fall back on the pillow, my hands over my eyes. “Okay, yes, but mortifying.”

He chuckles. “We’ve all been there. It’s no big deal. I rinsed off your costume and put it in the wash but didn’t start it. I didn’t know how to wash it.”

“God, what else did you do?” I ask, turning towards him. “I don’t remember much.”

He flushes again. “It doesn’t matter. You would have done the same for me.” He pauses, then says, “We didn’t do anything last night, just so you know. I mean, nothing happened. You just slept in here.”

I flush, then nod as I bite my lip. “I didn’t say anything too awkward or embarrassing, did I?”

“Um, no,” he says, but I can tell by the hesitation in his voice and the way his eyes flit away from mine he’s full of it.

“Oh, god,” I groan, covering my face with my hands again. “You’re a terrible liar. What did I say?”

He chuckles. “I mean, it wasn’t that bad. Just that you thought I was hot…” he trails off.

I peek out from behind my hands. “That’s not so bad.”

He bites his lip. “And that you wanted me to kiss you.”

My cheeks flame. “Oh, god.” I hide again. “What else? Just get it over with so I can go walk into traffic.”

He laughs. “You might have mentioned something about wanting me to fuck you. And a few more things that I don’t think are worth repeating.”

I move my hands away from my face and stare at him. “Why aren’t they worth repeating?”

I shiver when he reaches over and strokes my cheek. “Because they aren’t true.”

I swallow. “You don’t know that.”

He gives a small smile. “I’m pretty certain. I only had a few minutes with you that night at the club, short stack, but it was enough to make me want more.”

Tears fill my eyes and I hurry to wipe them away, sniffling as I do. “He said –” I’m cut off by Parker’s finger against my lips. He shakes his head.

“Don’t repeat it. Don’t listen to it. Don’t believe it. He was a manipulative narcissist who thought he could use you, and make you feel so bad about yourself that even after he cheated on you you would go back to him. And when that didn’t work he got pissed, and now he’s just out to hurt you more. That doesn’t say anything about you, but it says a lot about him.”

I nod, and then Parker’s hand is sliding to my cheek, and his eyes are flitting to my lips. He moves closer and my heart starts pounding, goose bumps breaking out across my skin.

Right before he kisses me, though I put my finger to his lips. “I can’t,” I say. He frowns. “I need to brush my teeth. I feel gross.”

I grab my glasses off the nightstand and slip them on before I slide out of bed and make my way down the hall towards the bathroom. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to brush my teeth. I’m sure my breath is disgusting after last night. But I’m also trying to screw up the courage to let him kiss me. Yes, I’ve wanted it for a long time, but after last night I’m more anxious than ever about Parker rejecting me. I’m also scared of it leading to something more, because even though I don’t want to let Zach’s words bother me, they do, and what if Parker realizes that he was right? That I’m a lousy lay? What if he doesn’t like the noises I make when I’m being pleasured? What if I humiliate myself?

I only had a few minutes with you that night at the club, short stack, but it was enough to make me want more.

I brush my teeth and remove my nasal strip, tossing it in the trash, then head to the kitchen for a glass of water. I’m swallowing it down when Parker comes around the corner looking as sexy as ever in his pajama pants and no shirt, his dark hair tousled, and his dick tenting his pants.

I almost whimper as he steps closer to me, because I want him so fucking badly, but I’m still scared. He takes the glass from my hand, setting it on the counter behind me. “I brushed my teeth, too,” he says. “But if you don’t want this, just tell me.”

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