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She opens her slim, silver laptop. “Any word about a new one?”
I roll my eyes. “You know, being a senior should come with perks, and one of them should be that I’m not utilized as a test subject for the TV pilot ofMy Crazy Roommate.”
Flora lifts her brows while still clicking away at her keyboard. Me and roommates never seem to work out, and I’m praying Housing will take pity on me and let me live out the rest of my senior year in peace. Unfortunately, that probably won’t be the case since I live in a highly sought-after dorm on campus. A two-person suite, attached, private bathrooms, with the living room and kitchen the lone communal spaces.
My last roommate turned our shared spaces into a hippie haven, which prompted me to write an extensive article on cannabis use on campus. Needless to say, we didn’t jive at all. Luckily, she got kicked from the dorm because she stopped going to classes altogether.
If my roommate history is any indication, I’m a magnet for eccentric personalities who think college is a hobby at best.
“I can’t wait to hear the next chapter inRoommate Woes.” Flora drops the name she coined my roommate horror stories and smiles. Woes is too romantic for the shit shows I’ve been dealing with, but she’s had the same roommate since her freshman year, so it’s likely she’ll never have to experience the true depth of what I’ve had to endure. I’m glad for her. Despite being my only confidant, the raven-haired junior with the penchant for dark clothing has been my ally in the newsroom on more than one occasion. She’s smart, crafty, and she doesn’t type too loud, so I like her.
After another few minutes of staring at the blinking cursor on my screen, I close my laptop and shove it in my bag. It’s evident I’ll have to have another go at the campus library, and if I can’t find my answer there, I’ll move on to Warner’s town library, and then the county library if I have to. I’m wasting precious time by not having this one fact.
“Going so—” Flora cuts herself off, her stare landing behind me. “Man crush, nine o’clock,” she singsongs.
“What?” I push my glasses up again, peering at her.
Clark’s voice sounds behind me. “Oh, are you leaving?”
My heart immediately takes off. I fist the straps of my bag before turning. “L-library,” I stammer. Closing my eyes briefly, I take a deep breath to attempt to calm my crazy, out-of-control heartbeat. “Why? Did you…need me?”
For a split second, my brain switches to full-on porno territory.
“Did you…need me?”
He did. He absolutely needed her. The pulsing of his engorged cock hammered out a rhythm of need only she could satisfy.
He stepped close, forcing her back against the desk while he rolled her pencil skirt up, finding her pantieless and wet.
“Are you my dirty little reporter? Is all this for me?”
“Y-yes.”
In a slow, methodical way that intensified her anticipation, he lowered the zipper on his jeans and—
I shake my head, my skin flushing with heat. I hate when I go 80s erotica. I can imagine the red painting my cheeks right now as I push away thoughts of hisengorged cock.
Clark has a nice cock, I’m sure. A perfectly adequate penis for lovemaking.
“Are you okay, Len?” Flora’s voice filters through my lust-filled brain. “Clark asked how you were doing on your assignment.”
“Fine,” I force out between two buzzing lips. “Great, actually. Just trying to nail down a fact, and it’ll be good. Perfect. Really, really perfect.”
My gaze lands on his ink smudge, and my heart flutters. Perfections in the imperfections.
I could lick that ink smudge off his cheek right now—
Pull yourself together, woman. You are a professional.
Clark taps a pen onto the notepad he’s holding. “Do you know when your piece will be done?”
“Um, next week.” The answer comes out of my mouth as a statement rather than a question. Next week?Next week?What the fuck am I thinking?
“That would be perfect,” he exclaims, and for a split second, I don’t care that I’ve put a ridiculous timeline on myself if I’ve caused him to smile like that. “I look forward to seeing it.”
“Great. Good. I look forward to you reading it…in the near future.” Thetoonear future.
Clark nods, taking his ink smudge and cupid’s bow with him.