Page 1 of Finding Their Place

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Haley

“Go suck a dick!” I hollered at my roommate from where I slumped on our couch. Didn’t he realize I was on the phone?

My cousin snorted a laugh in my ear, her giggle like a happy bell. “What’s all that about?”

“Garrett,” I muttered at the same time he did from his bedroom—something about where he’d put his bag of Blow Pops. The man had a serious oral fixation and hadn’t wrapped his lips around a cock in…I didn’t know how long. “When are you coming home?” I whined at Lily who’d flown out to the East Coast a week earlier. “I need a girls’ night with all the wine.”

“Soon,” she promised. “Then again, knowing these two, who the hell can say.”

The two she spoke of were the lovers she’d been seeking since moving out to California from Philly to share my apartment. Well, the lucky little bitch had gotten what she’d been dreaming about, then left me alone without a roommate again.

Enter Garrett…a gorgeous sweetie who somehow weaseled his way into my head and had gotten me to open up within a matter of weeks of moving into the room Lily had vacated. Add in that the guy knew how to cuddle like a koala, and I’d landed in heaven.

But of course, Garrett preferred dick.

If only I could find my place in the ever-changing flow of humanity around me like my cousin had.

Something banged from back in the hallway, interrupting our conversation again.

“Hal!” Garrett hollered at me again, and I muttered at my cousin that I had to go.

“Girls’ night. Wine,” Lily promised and hung up.

“What?” I yelled at my roommate, staring unseeing at the TV I had muted to call my cousin.

“I can’t find them!”

“You put the new bag in the cabinet beside the stove like always!” I added a bit of grumble into my voice as his footsteps shuffled into the open kitchen area behind me.

Nothing about Garrett pissed me off. I just pretended to be prickly because he said he liked me that way. No man ever had—including my dad who’d abandoned me after Mom got put into a psych ward.

He’d claimed I was exactly like her—overly emotional.

Too much.

Garrett flopped onto the couch with his head on my thigh, wet hair from his shower soaking the hem of my long sleep shirt. I was half-naked as usual, but so was he. Nothing but lounge pants slung low on his hips.

That V of muscles drew my focus quick as hell as he sprawled out, erasing all thoughts but those of him from my mind. Abs that would even make a straight man swoon pulled my focus up over prominent pec muscles. My mouth watered to sniff the scent of his woodsy bodywash, to lick along the smooth, clean skin he showed off nightly.

He peered up at me with dark eyes that reminded me of luscious chocolate, and his lazy grin around his lollipop stick made my panties damp.

Every. Damn. Time.

I had a serious thing for kissing, and Garrett’s plump lips were made to be tasted. Savored. Every guy that looked at him without a doubt thought about having them wrapped around his cock—fuck knew I would if I packed what he did between his thighs.

I scowled down at Garrett, overwhelmed by the love/hate emotions I had for my roommate.

He sucked the pop free from the mouth I longed to lick, twirling the stick in his fingers. “Pet me,” he demanded like the needy brat he was.

There wasn’t much I didn’t know about Garrett Moore. He was a TMI dumpster, and his openness had rubbed off on me shortly after our first meeting. I’d ended up sharing the entirety of my bullshit, making him the only other person to hear it all outside Lily.

“Hal,” he whined when I didn’t move fast enough.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” I muttered as he put the candy back into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his dark hair. My fingernails scratched at his scalp exactly as he liked.

“Mmm.” He all but purred, black eyelashes fluttering down to brush at the tops of his cheeks, one of which bulged from his lollipop.

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