Page 84 of The Roommate Game

“I do. I love you very, very, very much, Gus Langley.”

“I love you too.”

“Let’s drop off your cocoa so we can go home and get horizontal. Please.”

“You got it.”

I laced our fingers and kissed him in a public lot in the middle of town because he was mine and it felt right.

Maybe this was controversial, but…I wasn’t sorry I’d stolen my roomie’s orange juice a few years ago. I’d do it all over again just to be on this path with him. We had friendship, laughter, and a bright future on the horizon. And a cat named Mr. Darcy.

Loving Rafe was a gift, and I cherished what we had every damn day.