My Gay Roommate

Chapter 25 - I'm Not Your Mommy!

Chapter 25 - I'm Not Your Mommy!

I rubbed my eyes and yawned, as sunlight poured into the room, suddenly blinding me. I squinted, raising my hand to shield my eyes from the sun.

I stared up at the ceiling and sat straight up, taking in the room. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't in my bedroom back at the apartment. I was in...Karen's room.

Memories from yesterday flooded back to me and I groaned, pulling the covers off. Eventually, I'd found a blanket stuffed away in the closet last night. It had looked pretty clean and smelled like lemon detergent, so I'd used it.

My feet padded along the bare floor and I looked at myself in the mirror, just by the bed. My hair was disheveled, my eyes were puffy and sleepy, and my pajamas were rumpled.

I look awful, I thought, grimacing. I headed out into the hallway, making sure the coast was clear. With a sigh of relief, I headed to the bathroom, only to find it locked.

I grumbled under my breath and just as I was about to turn around and head back to Karen's room, a door nearby opened.

Dan was in a fitting black T-shirt I'd seen him wear before and dark grey sweatpants, his hair tousled yet still managing to make him look even sexier than usual. I didn't know that was even possible, to still look so amazing when waking up.

I gaped at him slightly and he smiled. "Morning," he greeted.

Embarrassed, I looked down. "Yeah, morning," I mumbled, discreetly patting my hair down, so make it somewhat decent. "What time is it?"

"Ten," he answered. "Why are you up so early?"

I bristled. ''Early?" I demanded. "This is not early."

"It is for you," he pointed out. "You usually wake up at twelve. Hm, ten o'clock. New record."

I rolled my eyes, though I knew he couldn't see under my ducked head. "Whatever. It's not that early. Why are you up? I'm pretty sure everyone is still asleep."

"Um...I guess I couldn't really sleep at night. It just felt...uncomfortable, like someone was going to come choke me at night."

"It could have been me," I added.

He chuckled. "I know it could have. But the thought of you coming into my room isn't all that bad. I find it more - "

"Oh, shut up, pervert!" I hissed quickly, a blush creeping onto my face. "Like I'd ever go into your room."

"Well, it's another thing if I invite you in...maybe then we can get hot and - "

"Stop! You're disgusting." I helplessly wished I had something to throw at him, even a pillow if I had to. "And don't tell me you need the bathroom."

"Hey, I need the bathroom," he said wryly. "You know, I swear I'm having deja vu. Where have I seen this before? Hm....oh, I remember. It was our first day in the apartment and you kicked me out of the bathroom."

I pursed my lips to stop myself from smiling. "Oh, yeah, I remember that. Good, good memories."

"They are good memories," he said softly. His voice sent a flutter down my spine. "But if I had to chose my favorite memory, it would probably be...when you spent the weekend with me. Just us."

I finally looked up, no matter how disastrous my face looked. "Why?" I asked.

He tilted his head slightly. "I liked spending time with you. Just you. And...no one's ever made me feel that way before. I've never wanted to spend time so much with a certain person, make sure they're alright or not, have them by my side so often. It's...weird."