Page 17 of The Roommate (One Night #1)

“I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure Nobody but you, 'body but me 'Body but us, bodies together I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you”

My eyes blinked through the sunlight pouring into the room.

It takes my mind a moment to register everything that happened last night. Aiden . My body protests as I shift—every muscle taut. I need a goddamn massage.

I don’t remember moving, but somehow, I’m draped over him, his arms locked around me in a grip that borders on possessiveness. As if even in sleep, he refuses to let me go. Asshole .

I rest my chin on his chest, and stare at him. His long and beautiful lashes, shadows against his sharp cheekbones, hiding his beautiful green eyes. His green is my favorite—second favorite. Because nothing compares to blue.

But God, his eyes.

I love them even when they are filled with annoyance and hate. And yet, last night—last night, they were something else entirely. So soft and full of something I don’t even know what to name.

His entire face looks so serene in his sleep, all that arrogance smoothed into something disturbingly peaceful.

Oh no .

What the hell is wrong with me?

I hate him. I…do I?

Last night broke something inside me, in a good way. I discovered parts of myself that I’ve always wanted to explore; the desires and needs that I was too afraid to name. And he was the one who dragged them out of me.

Damn him.

What did that mean for us? Where would this lead?

I’d hated it when he first called me Blueberry in junior school, all smug arrogance over some stupid blueberry-printed top. I’d fought him on it for years.

But yesterday, he called me his . His Blueberry .

What is happening to me? Why am I even questioning myself right now?

This is Aiden. The same infuriating asshole who lives to get under my skin.

Then why am I entertaining the thought of him and I together?

This would never work. There is no us. There never will be.

No. Not in this lifetime. There could never be him and I.

There would always be a him and an I. Even if…

if we decided to go through with this…whatever this would be, there is his world and then there is mine.

“Good morning, Blueberry.” He grumbles, his eyes squinting. Shit . When did he wake up? “Is everything okay?”

He twirls a strand of my hair on his finger.

“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s good. Why wouldn’t it be?”

He looks unconvinced, and gives me a look of I-buy-no-shit. There is a turmoil of emotions inside me. My chest tightens, emotions clawing up my throat. Fine. Truth, then.

“I—I was just you know…”

“Seriously, since when did you start to hesitate with me? We just had amazing sex, and now you’re… shy?”

He pulls the strand slightly in warning. Oh, it is not good for the conversation we need to have.

“Don’t think too highly about yourself. It was just sex.”

“Just sex, huh? Do I need to punish you for lying? You seem to do that a lot.”

Heat creeps up my cheeks at his words. I scramble up, putting space between us.

“Tell me, Eda, what’s wrong?”

“I…” Okay. “Where do we go from here? Because you and I both know that there’s no going back. But also this doesn’t mean that I don’t hate you anymore because I do. You’ll forever be the pain in my ass.”

He chuckles, conceitedly. “Oh I know, Blueberry, I know . Is your ass still aching?”

“Oh my God, Aiden! I’m serious—ugh, I hate you.”

And he laughs. He actually laughs.

There goes any serious talk.

I bolt off the bed, and head to the bathroom showing the universal gesture of fuck you to him.

“By the way,” His voice halts me, dripping with smug amusement. “Where did you get that novel from?”

“One of these days, I will kill you, and you won’t even see it coming.”

His laughter follows me, and despite myself—despite everything—my lips twitch.

I still don’t know where this all is leading.

But for once, I won’t overthink