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his bed, his muscles lit with his bedside lamp. I shook my head to clear it and chuckled soundlessly. Damn it. I was hopeless , and having fantasies about my roommate wasn't the best idea, not when I was on probation at his apartment.
I tried the doorknob and found the door unlocked. He groaned as I stepped inside, but he didn't yell at me. It must be a good sign. His bed was made, but the covers were all wrinkled now that he was, indeed, sprawled on it but with a shirt on. Too bad. His room was pristine, probably the tidier one. No clothes were on the ground or anywhere in sight . His bedside tables were free of clutter, and even his small desk next to his dresser was in perfect order; his papers on the left side and the textbooks on the upper right side in order with the thicker one at the bottom and the slimmer one at the top. Even his pens were in a perfect line. He brought a new meaning to OCD. Or maybe it was all this time spent in the army.
I sat on the desk chair and turned around to face him on his bed. "They left," I said, crossing my legs.
"I can't believe th e little shit. After everything he …" he mumbled, his index finger tracing his thin scar repeatedly.
"This family gathering was interesting. I feel less peculiar now."
He sat up and frowned at me, his blue eyes hard on my face. "Leave me alone, Bridge. I'm not in the mood for sparing with you."
I sighed and examined his plump lips lying in a straight line and his thick eyebrows bunched darkening his eyes. "Then I'll be all serious and mature." I uncrossed my legs and pointed at him with my index finger. "You have several months to convince your brother to go to college instead of taking the big guns to shoot the big bad guys. He seems bullheaded, so take it easy and explain to him why he shouldn't do it."
His frown didn't ease one bit ; if anything, his face darkened even more. His strong jaw looked stronger in the dim light, and I felt quite … unsettled. "I'm not one to come in contact with my female side and spill all my guts and cry like a baby, Bridge. Drop it now."
I stood up with a shrug, not that taken aback that he's so closed off. After all, in his mind I was only a nuisance he would have to suffer from for a few months. We weren't friends , and I was fine with his status of sole star of my current fantasies. Because let's be honest, I was fantasizing about him more and more. "All right then, manly-man. Let's hit the tequila bottle you're hiding behind the pasta boxes and get drunk."
A smile appeared slowly on his face, tugging his lips upward. "That's more like it."
* * *
DAY 5
Sometimes you think drinking is a good idea, and while it often was when I was alone with Macon and we tried to cheer each other up when we were feeling slightly down, it wasn't such a great idea when you were alone at night with some piece of very hot male and you were unable to filter what comes out of your mouth. I didn't know how the talk took that turn, but here we were, laughing our ass off. But … it was strange.
"Weirdest thing a guy told you while coming?" he slurred, handing me back the almost empty tequila bottle.
My head was spinning, and I wasn't even sure exactly how to have my mouth land correctly on the bottle. "Mr. Hudson."
Byron's glassy eyes widened. "Why?"
I snorted and gulped some tequila, my teeth numb at that point. "He was the principal of the high school and was about to catch us. Needless to say I didn't come."
He eyed me up and down, his eyes calculating through the alcohol fog. The muscle in his jaw ticked once ; his eyes hardened, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. "Weird stuff happens to you."
I flipped him off. "Same question. Don't think I'll forget."
He made a face and put the empty bottle on the coffee table. "Mom."
I gaped for a second, unsure my foggy brain was really functioning. "Don't tell me she called her mom."
He nodded solemnly before he cracked a crooked smile. "She did. She was a deranged girl, this one. I
I tried the doorknob and found the door unlocked. He groaned as I stepped inside, but he didn't yell at me. It must be a good sign. His bed was made, but the covers were all wrinkled now that he was, indeed, sprawled on it but with a shirt on. Too bad. His room was pristine, probably the tidier one. No clothes were on the ground or anywhere in sight . His bedside tables were free of clutter, and even his small desk next to his dresser was in perfect order; his papers on the left side and the textbooks on the upper right side in order with the thicker one at the bottom and the slimmer one at the top. Even his pens were in a perfect line. He brought a new meaning to OCD. Or maybe it was all this time spent in the army.
I sat on the desk chair and turned around to face him on his bed. "They left," I said, crossing my legs.
"I can't believe th e little shit. After everything he …" he mumbled, his index finger tracing his thin scar repeatedly.
"This family gathering was interesting. I feel less peculiar now."
He sat up and frowned at me, his blue eyes hard on my face. "Leave me alone, Bridge. I'm not in the mood for sparing with you."
I sighed and examined his plump lips lying in a straight line and his thick eyebrows bunched darkening his eyes. "Then I'll be all serious and mature." I uncrossed my legs and pointed at him with my index finger. "You have several months to convince your brother to go to college instead of taking the big guns to shoot the big bad guys. He seems bullheaded, so take it easy and explain to him why he shouldn't do it."
His frown didn't ease one bit ; if anything, his face darkened even more. His strong jaw looked stronger in the dim light, and I felt quite … unsettled. "I'm not one to come in contact with my female side and spill all my guts and cry like a baby, Bridge. Drop it now."
I stood up with a shrug, not that taken aback that he's so closed off. After all, in his mind I was only a nuisance he would have to suffer from for a few months. We weren't friends , and I was fine with his status of sole star of my current fantasies. Because let's be honest, I was fantasizing about him more and more. "All right then, manly-man. Let's hit the tequila bottle you're hiding behind the pasta boxes and get drunk."
A smile appeared slowly on his face, tugging his lips upward. "That's more like it."
* * *
DAY 5
Sometimes you think drinking is a good idea, and while it often was when I was alone with Macon and we tried to cheer each other up when we were feeling slightly down, it wasn't such a great idea when you were alone at night with some piece of very hot male and you were unable to filter what comes out of your mouth. I didn't know how the talk took that turn, but here we were, laughing our ass off. But … it was strange.
"Weirdest thing a guy told you while coming?" he slurred, handing me back the almost empty tequila bottle.
My head was spinning, and I wasn't even sure exactly how to have my mouth land correctly on the bottle. "Mr. Hudson."
Byron's glassy eyes widened. "Why?"
I snorted and gulped some tequila, my teeth numb at that point. "He was the principal of the high school and was about to catch us. Needless to say I didn't come."
He eyed me up and down, his eyes calculating through the alcohol fog. The muscle in his jaw ticked once ; his eyes hardened, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. "Weird stuff happens to you."
I flipped him off. "Same question. Don't think I'll forget."
He made a face and put the empty bottle on the coffee table. "Mom."
I gaped for a second, unsure my foggy brain was really functioning. "Don't tell me she called her mom."
He nodded solemnly before he cracked a crooked smile. "She did. She was a deranged girl, this one. I
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