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There was no way. No fucking way. I paced the length of the small room as my mind began to race. Kill. That was short for Killian. And Blue Eyes? Diablo? His name was Remy.
How was it possible that the two sexiest men that I had ever seen, the two men that made my body react in a weird, yet very welcomed way were gay, in a relationship and now my new roommates.
Fuck me.
Hah.
Nope.
They wouldn't be doing any of that.
This was the universe playing a sick, evil joke on me. What had I done that was so terribly wrong? Who had I been in my past life to deserve this sweet, sweet torture?
Physically throwing my hands up in defeat, I began to hang my clothes up in the small closet. This room was a lot smaller than the one I shared with Trevor but the fact that I didn't have to share it with the limpdick made it feel like just the right size.
I stopped in front of the mirror that was hung on the back of the bedroom door frowning at my reflection. I had huge bags under my eyes, dirt sticking to old sweat from hauling boxes and bags over city transit and stains on the clothing that I had chosen to move in. My hair was knotted and disheveled from sleeping on the porch swing and I looked like a homeless person that should be living on the streets. My new roommates probably thought that I had been staying in a cardboard box for the past week.
Stripping down, I wrapped the one and only towel that I had the foresight to pack and bring with me and exited my room. I didn't normally care about people seeing me in a towel, hell, I walked around my old apartment naked all the time. The fact that they were gay made me care even less. It was a little small, but I was able to tuck it tightly against my chest and hold it in place.
When I got into the bathroom, I jigged the lock, but it wouldn't click into place. Hopefully they didn't come in while I was showering, or I might kill one of my new roommates on the first night with the shock of seeing my beav.
After starting the water, I pulled up on the shower nob attached to the tap, but it immediately fell back into place. After trying several times, I finally gave up and went to knock on their bedroom door. Broken lock and broken shower? Perfect start to my stay.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me."
My fist paused mid knock as the low growl came through the door. That was definitely Killian's voice. The gravely tone had my velvet volvo dampening instantly.
"I am going to fuck you so hard you can't walk."
Oh.
My.
Fuck.
Did I really just hear what I thought I heard?
To my horror, my body had betrayed me, and my fist had eagerly knocked on the door. That was my fist and not my vagina, right?
The door flew open with force, a scowling Killian standing in front of me. My eyes apparently had a mind of their own as well because even as I spoke, I was staring at the impressive bulge in his grey sweatpants. Jesus. It was suddenly very hot in this house. "I'm sorry to bother you but I can't figure out the shower. When I pull the nob up it starts but won't stay up."
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