“It sounds weird when you put it like that,” I cringe, pulling my legs up to my chest on Landon’s bed, the memory flashing through my mind.
“There’s nothing weird about it.The only weird part is that you stood there and watched.”
“What?”I turn to look at Landon, who’s smirking.“I didn’t watch.”
“Oh, really?Because I remember you saying you saw your roommate getting off with a girl in between his legs blowing his cock.”
“Ugh…God, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”He grins, taking a sip of soup.
I sigh, leaning my head back against the wall.“I feel like a total creep.”
“Well, maybe you are.”
I turn to glare at him.“You’re not helping.”
He bursts out laughing, setting his bowl on the desk.“What exactly did you expect me to say?This is pretty funny, actually.I can just imagine the look on your face as you walked in on him… and don’t tell me you weren’t a little turned on while you watched him climax.”
I blush, biting my lip.“Why would you say that?”
He raises an eyebrow.“Because it’s true?”
I groan, burying my face in my hands as the image pops back into my head—Fox’s intense gaze, the way he bit his lip as he noticed me standing there.It’s twisted, but I can’t help thinking about what it would be like if I were the one there with him, kneeling between his legs and pleasuring him instead of her.
“You were hard,” Landon says, laughing harder.
I grab a pillow and hurl it at him, but he ducks just in time, still laughing.
“Oh my God…” he laughs again, watching me shake my head in defeat.
Honestly, I’m not ready to go back to the apartment yet.Not after what I saw.Why would Fox even do that in the living room?Our living room.
“I really do hate you,” I tell him, and he just chuckles.
“Sure you do.”He winks, then glances at the bed.“Though I’m surprised you’re lying on that mattress.Aren’t you worried about all the things my boyfriend and I might have done here?”
I groan.“Did you and Andrew really…?Now I’m picturing it, and I wish I weren’t.”
He laughs, tossing the pillow back at me.“Relax, nothing happened in my dorm.He’s got a house, remember?Plus, imagine my roommate walking in on us having sex.”
“Gross.”I laugh softly.
“Oh, we’re doing that now?I’m not the one who stood there watching his roommate getting a blow job,” he says, heading to the small kitchen area in his dorm.
“You’re a jerk,” I call after him, and I hear his laughter from the kitchen.
When he returns, he grins.“So, tomorrow’s your big date with Elias.What are you two planning?”
I sigh.“Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Hmm.Probably the classic nerd stuff—watching a movie or hitting up a library with Shakespeare collections,” Landon teases, smirking as he props his feet back up on the desk.
“Oh, screw you, Lan.I’m not a nerd, including Elias.And there’s nothing wrong with loving books,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“I know, I know.”He laughs.
I hesitate, then ask, “What did you do on your first date?”
