Chapter 3: Roomie

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Keegan almost drops her dentures—as my mother would say—when she sees Hunter and whoever the bleached blonde is sprawled bare-ass on the bed.

At least she is getting the full picture on Hunter up front. 

Quite literally "up front," as the asshat is lying on his back on the bare mattress, with nothing left to the imagination. 

The blonde's curled up next to him, snoring softly with her mouth open and a line of drool on her chin. 

No idea who she is. I can't remember seeing her before, but that's no surprise. We get new people every weekend. And she looks like his type: hot and "breezy"—Hunter slang for an easy broad.

Why he steered the blonde into Keegan's room instead of his own last night, I have no clue. Maybe he already had a girl, or two, passed out in his room downstairs. I wouldn't put it past him.

Keegan stands there gawking at them. Then she gives me this wide-eyed look like she doesn't know what to do next.

There's something quirky and coltish about this girl. She's got legs that go on for days, just the right amount on top to fill out that little black tank, and long, glossy hair that I immediately want to bury my face in.

Physically, she's definitely my type.

And when Keegan took off her sunglasses in the living room and I saw her eyes, I almost choked. 

Because I immediately thought of another girl on the other side of the world with very similar eyes. Same color, same shape, same tender, old-soul expression. How is that even possible?

Maybe I'm just looking to see that girl in others. Maybe I can't let go of her memory.

Spotting the drum stick on the floor gave me a reason to bend over for a moment so I could get my shit together. 

It's not the first time since I became a civilian that I've suddenly been on the verge of tears. It's happening a lot lately. 

I guess that's why I acted like a horny-ass cave man with Keegan. It gave me a safe role to play. And it sure wasn't difficult to let her see my eyes taking a cruise all over her body.

Assuming my man radar is in good working order, the attraction between us is mutual, even if Keegan is trying to resist it for some reason. 

I wouldn't mind getting to know her better, no doubt about that, even though you'd think I'd have learned my lesson about hooking up with roommates from the whole Kendra drama. 

Kendra will probably try to kill me if anything happens between me and Keegan. But what the hell. We're all adults.

I walk to the bed and twist Hunter's big toe hard to wake him up. 

At the same moment, Max bounds up the stairs, his nails clicking on the wood. He runs right into the room and to the bed, sticking his cold nose right into the blonde's nicely toned ass.

That's what I love about dogs. There's nothing subtle or complicated about them; they get right to the heart of the matter.

Yowling, Hunter and the blonde both try to sit up at the same time, and the blonde rolls off the bed and hits the floor butt first, which gets Max barking, thinking she wants to play.

"Get that fucking dog away from me!" she screams, jumping to her feet while trying—pointlessly—to cover her private parts with her hands.

Max keeps barking and rushes toward her playfully. And she kicks him, sending him scrambling behind me like a coward. 

For a German Shepherd, the dog's no canine cop.

"Hey!" I yell. "Don't kick the dog. He's just trying to play."

She grabs her clothes off the floor and, still cursing, runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Hunter is cradling his head in his hands. "Jesus, Blue, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I could say the same thing to you, asshole." I pick up his boxers and throw them at him.

"So could our new roomie here, who just had to have the unpleasant experience of walking into her room and seeing your nasty bare asses all over her bed. Put on your underwear and get the hell out of here so she can move in."

Hunter squints at the sun pouring through the window and slowly turns his face toward Keegan. Then, true to form, he gives her a cocky smile as he rolls off the bed, clutching his underwear in one hand.

He walks toward her, extending the other hand. He is still naked, of course.

"Welcome," he says, "to the coolest house in town."

Submitted: December 21, 2020

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