Fated to Break | ✓

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Olivia

Rowan called me an hour ago with the idea to meet up at his place. And like an idiot I accepted without thinking first. It's more than likely that we'll be in his room. Me and that room have secrets I'd rather keep hidden. I do feel guilty that I know what he did that night but he's oblivious that I did the same. For different reasons I'm sure. He was probably thinking of the woman he's in love with while I did it in his bed, selfishly getting off to the thought of him pleasuring himself to another woman.

Gah, I'm gross.

I turn the key in my ignition, the rumbling of the engine going silent. I toss my keys in my bag and look out my windshield at the house I have to go inside of right about now. He must've heard me pull up so the longer it takes me to go knock on his door, the weirder I seem.

I suck in a quick breath, get out of my car, and fast walk to the front door. Once I knock I let the breath go like I had to hold it in order to get it over with. Just rip off the bandaid. It's no big deal. What's the point of feeling bad about masturbating in his bed now? It's in the past, I can't take it back.

I gnaw on my lip and bounce on the balls of my feet while I anxiously wait for someone to open the door. It's almost eight and the sun is going down so I don't know if the other guys are busy or if they're home.

My muscles tense when the door starts clattering with the sounds of the locks opening. The door edges open and my eyes turn up to lock with unfamiliar blue ones. His name is Vik, I think.

"I-I'm here for Rowan. We're project partners," I explain. I've never talked to him before but I know that he's a selective mute. I don't know why and it isn't my business to ask.

He does one of those cute chin lifts men do to acknowledge people and opens the door for me, stepping to the side so I can walk through. His subtle kindness makes me smile and I walk inside. Walking into the living room I'm pleasantly surprised. The ugly ass couch that was here last week has been replaced with a dark brown recliner sectional. The chair Rowan sat in on game day is still here which makes me feel warm for some reason.

"Did you guys get this used?" I ask, running my hand along the suede fabric. I look to Vik and he gives a curt nod to answer my question. I smile, impressed, "It's really nice considering it's second hand. I'm jealous. My apartment is too small to fit a couch."

I hear footsteps from the second floor above us and I remember why I'm here. I'm grateful to Vik, he calmed my nerves. I start walking back towards the stairs, "I know where his room is so I'll head up now." A whisper of a smile upturns his mouth and I point at him with finger guns, "I like you, you're a good listener." I flip around and make my way up the first couple stairs when I hear a noise that's similar to a laugh and my smile grows. Vik is a cutie.

Sadly some of those forgotten nerves return when Rowan's door taunts me from down the hall the moment I reach the top of the stairs. He better knock it off with the flirty thing he does. I doubt it's even intentional but the way he looks at me sometimes makes me want to giggle like a school girl.

Once at his door I knock in a pattern, like how I usually do with friends. Half a second later the door swings open, Rowan's panting like he's out of breath. It looks like he's been having sex with the way his tank is soaked and the beads of sweat dripping from his hairline to his forehead. Not to mention the blush tinting his tanned cheeks.

He laughs with uneven breath, "I was working out, I didn't have time this morning." He steps back for me to enter, in a similar way Vik did moments before. I pass him, his body heat burning so hot it clings to me as I stride past him. I see the dumbbells on the floor, opposite of the bed. So he actually was...