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Composing myself, I rubbed my foot and then hobbled back over to the desk, wiping up a few stray drops of water.

Crisis averted, though; nothing had landed on his keyboard.

Then I froze, my mouth dropping open. In the midst of all that commotion, Sam’s laptop had woken up.

I recognized the site immediately. It was one I visited frequently, myself. I started to back away, because taking a peek at a postcard was one thing, but checking out someone’s open spank bank account and staring at all their deposits felt a little intrusive.

That was my intention, at least.

Except I couldn’t help what I’d already glimpsed, and since I’d already accidentally seen it anyway…shouldn’t I just verify?

Because Sam had a Pornhub page opened to what looked like a bunch of videos of solo jacking sessions by some dude named spankit4u. Interesting. I wasn’t actually sure what to make of that. Did straight dudes typically watch other guys jerk off? I sure as shit couldn’t ask Sam. Who did that leave among my coterie?

“Jesse? Did you find it?” Sam hollered.

I nearly dropped the conditioner on my foot again. I tapped the trackpad to put the computer to sleep again, reluctantly returned the water bottle to the danger zone, and rushed into the bathroom.

“Sorry,” I said breathlessly. “I couldn’t find any shampoo, just the conditioner.”

“I said just conditioner.”

“Oh, right.”

Sam pulled back the shower curtain, extending his hand and giving me a peek of…skin. Lots and lots of skin and very solid, very wet gleaming muscle.

I almost dropped the conditioner for a third fucking time due to sudden loss of coordination.

I all but flung the bottle at his extended hand. “Who buys conditioner only, though, really?” I joked.

Sam pulled the shower curtain wider, his face popping into view, delightfully wet, dappled with drops of water, and garnished with a charming smile. He looked like a happy Viking. “I still have plenty of shampoo.”

“Wait, you actually run out of conditioner first? That’s, like…anathema to accepted hair product wisdom. I’m pretty sure it defies at least one law of physics.” I’d never met a human on earth who didn’t have to replace shampoo before conditioner. “It’s not like you’ve got a huge mane of hair.”

Sam’s grin widened.

“Oh my god.” I was an idiot.

“Conditioner is a little silkier and…”

“Yep. Got it. Okay. Bye. I have to go.” I needed to find somewhere quiet to die, which would definitely make me late for class.

“I feel like we’ve reached a new level of intimacy in our friendship.” Sam’s laughter chased me out.

I hitched my backpack over my shoulders and thundered down the stairs. In a span of minutes, I’d learned more about my new roommate’s sexual habits than…actually, no, I knew way too fucking much aboutallof my former and current roommates’ sexual habits, because all of them were fucking heathens.

2

Jesse

Whatever hopes I’d had of spotting the perfect Mr. Right Now at a campaign party for Mark’s dad’s two weeks later were dashed almost as soon as we’d walked through the doors of the Farrow mansion. The primary demographic was middle-aged professionals with a healthy helping of grandparent-types on top.

I sat at a table with Nate and Eric, who kept leaning their heads together, no doubt cooking up a scheme to wander off and fuck somewhere soon, and Mark and Chet, who were obviously infatuated with each other and demonstrating thegrrrrrkind of possessive that made me horny. If envy boners were a thing, I’d have popped one a half hour ago.

I gulped a second glass of champagne from a fancy flute, because the likelihood of me getting laid tonight grew slimmer with every blue hair that walked by and gave me the kind of look that said they’d like to pinch my cheek.

Incidentally, the more buzzed I got, the more my gaze strayed toward Sam. Specifically, his crotch where his supposed lapbeast made its lair.

I was in desperate need of another kind of distraction.