Page 14 of Pucking My Grumpy Roommate
“I wanted to. It’s chicken with anti-inflammatory herbs and roasted vegetables. The curcumin in turmeric has been shown to reduce inflammatory markers in clinical studies.” She smiled hopefully. “Truce offering?”
I found myself nodding before I could overthink it. “Truce accepted. For now.”
Later that night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep.
I grabbed my phone, finding myself opening the conversation with Desert Survivor.
Do you believe people should respect personal space and boundaries, or am I just a control freak?
Her response came quickly, as if she’d been waiting.
Desert Survivor
Depends. Are we talking about someone borrowing your toothbrush or just breathing the same air as you? Context matters, Mr. Control Issues.
I smiled despite myself.
More like someone reorganizing my entire life without permission.
Desert Survivor
Sounds frustrating. Is this a roommate situation? Those can be tricky when you’re used to having your own space.
Something like that. Just started and they’ve already rearranged everything to their liking. No asking, just doing.
Desert Survivor
I get that. I’m dealing with my own adjustment period in a new place. It’s hard when you feel like you’ve lost control of your environment.
I set my phone aside, staring at the ceiling, achingly aware of both my solitude and the fact that I wasn’t truly alone.
At least this desert survivor was a relief from thinking about this Kate situation.
I hit send before I could overthink it, immediately second-guessing myself.
I can’t stop thinking about what you said earlier. About generating heat in this cold.
Desert Survivor
Funny how a wrong number led to this. What exactly are you thinking about?
How your skin might feel under my hands. Warming you up, inch by inch.
Had I crossed a line? The three dots appeared, disappeared,appeared again.
Desert Survivor
God, I shouldn’t be doing this with a stranger. But there’s something about the anonymity that makes me want to tell you everything I’m imagining.
Tell me. No judgment here.
I wondered what she looked like in that moment—was she biting her lip, hesitating? Was she alone?
Desert Survivor
I’m imagining strong hands moving slowly up my thighs. Being pressed against a wall. The contrast of cold air and hot breath on my neck. Is that too much?
Not even close to too much. I’m picturing you now, breathless and wanting. My hands gripping your hips, pulling you against me until you feel exactly how much I want you.
