forward to chilling out and playing a video game, but when I walk into the house, I realize that’s not happening tonight. Charlie didn’t simply move in. She took over my entire living room. There are a bunch of boxes spread in the area, some still shut but others with spilling contents. Loud music is pouring from her room upstairs.
“Charlie?” I call out.
I hear her hurried footsteps on the wooden floor, and then she appears at the top of the stairs wearing an oversize T-shirt and nothing else that I can see. Her legs are long, tan, and lean, and they’re making my life seriously difficult at the moment.
Fuck me.
“Hi, Troy. Sorry about the mess. I didn’t know you’d be home early.” She runs down the stairs, pulling her hair back in a ponytail. The action lifts her shirt, revealing tiny jean shorts that barely cover her sweet ass.
“We have a six-hour bus drive tomorrow and a game on Saturday. Can’t really stay out late.” I stare at all the costumes and props that are covering my couch at the moment. “What happened here?”
She starts to collect the dresses that are draped over the back of the couch. “Oh, since I have so much more space, I decided to bring my stuff out of the storage unit. But I was doing a triage, and things kind of got out of hand.”
“No kidding. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have my couch back.”
Charlie winces, and that’s when I realize my words came out a little too harsh.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll get this cleaned up right away. I’m not a messy girl, I promise.” She quickens her pace, grabbing a load of clothes and tossing them back into boxes.
“Let me help you.” I bend over to grab one of the closed boxes to bring up to her room when the bottom gives out. A myriad of clothes and objects falls out but luckily nothing breakable. “Okay, who did the packing?” I stare at the mess at my feet.
“I did, and don’t give me that look. Some of those boxes got damp in storage.”
I set the damaged box aside and bend over to retrieve one specific item that caught my attention. “What kind of cosplay are you into?” I show her a wooden dildo the size of my forearm.
Her blue eyes widen behind her glasses, and her plump lips make a perfect O. “Oh my God. Give me that.” She snatches the dildo from my hand and hides it behind her back.
Her face is now brighter than a tomato, which makes me laugh.
“Hey, I’m not judging. But seriously.”
“This wasn’t part of a cosplay. This was a gag gift.”
“That you decided to keep.”
“Of course I did. It’s an antique.”
“If you say so.”
“Oh, shut up and help me clean up this mess.”
I arch both eyebrows. I can’t believe Charlie just gave me an order. “Excuse me?”
“You’re the one who dropped everything on the floor.”
“I was just trying to help. It’s not my fault you have terrible packing skills.”
“I don’t have terrible packing skills.” She throws her hands up in the air—one still clutching the megalodon of all dildos.
A burst of laughter hits me again.
“What’s so funny now?”
I stare at the object in her hand, making her roll her eyes.
“Oh, grow up.”
“That’s rich coming from the girl who still dresses up as fairies and princesses.”
Her eyes narrow as she throws me a death glare. “Are you calling me a child?”
I shrug, shoving my hands in my pockets. “If the shoe fits.”
“I knew things were too good to be true.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” My good humor vanishes in a flash.
I sense she’s about to blow a fuse, but whatever she was planning to blurt out gets stuck in her throat.
She shakes her head and says, “Never mind. Give me ten minutes. I’ll get everything packed.”
I was still willing to help, which is fucking crazy. But I sense that if I try, it’ll only make matters worse.
Damn it. It’s our first day as official roommates, and we’ve already argued over nothing. This will only lead to a bitter coexistence or angry sex.
My cock is totally on board for the latter.
CHARLIE
It’s been a week since I moved in with Troy, and we’ve managed to avoid each other. Our schedules have been chaotic, and we’re barely home. The beginning of our living arrangements was rocky, to say the least. It seems we can’t be in the same room for more than five minutes before we start to argue. I’ve