Falling for my roommate

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She woke up groggily and rubbed her eyes, glancing at her phone to check the time. 8:00 am.

She squinted and groaned before pulling herself out of bed. Once she was awake she couldn't go back to sleep.

She pulled on her slippers and walked into the kitchen where Thomas was sitting, eating a bowl of cereal.

"You working today?" She asked, looking at the half naked man.

"No."

She tried to stop her eyes from staring at his body, but she soon found her gaze roaming every inch of his perfectly chiseled chest.

He glanced up at her, "Take a picture it'll last longer."

She blushed and looked up at the smirk that was settled on his face, "Shut up."

He stood up and walked over to her so that his tall height was now towering over her.

She took a deep breath as she looked into his brown eyes, getting caught up in his penetrating stare.

He moved a curl out of the way of her face, "I know I'm hot, I can't blame you for staring."

The noise of the toilet flushing made her ears perk up and she glanced at Thomas questioningly, who hung his head in defeat, quietly cursing to himself.

A girl came out of the bathroom in nothing but panties and one of his shirts.

She felt a fang of pain in her chest and she wasn't sure why, but seeing another girl in Thomas's shirts made her feel a certain type of way.

Charlotte immediately took a step away from Thomas, needing some space put between the two of them.

The girl looked at Charlotte in shock before holding her hand out and giving her a smile, "Hi, I'm Sarah," She said.

Charlotte took her hand and shook it gently, "I'm Charlotte, Thomas's roommate."

An awkward silence came over the bunch until Sarah smiled uncomfortably, "I should probably get going. I've got a class soon."

Charlotte watched as she left, carrying a dress she was obviously wearing the night before.

She gave Thomas an irritated look once the girl was gone and he rolled his eyes, "Dont look at me like that."

"Look at you like what? I'm not looking at you in any type of way," She grunted, pouring herself a glass of water.

"You're the one who made out with Dylan last night," He pointed out.

She continued to sip on her water, resisting the urge to gag. Yes, she had made out with Dylan and yes she regretted it.

"At least I didn't sleep with him."

"So what if I did? It's not like it's got anything to do with you," He argued, feeling himself getting frustrated.

"I never said it did have anything to do with me."

He stayed silent, realizing the reason he was angry was because of the fact that she had made out with Dylan the night before. He didn't like that.

"Then stop looking at me like that!"

She placed her glass down on the table, "Whay are you shouting at me? I didn't even fucking do anything."

He stood up, now towering above her, "You're looking at me as if I did something wrong."

She rolled her eyes, pushing against his chest gently to make him take a step back, "I don't care if you slept with her or not," she lied.

He grabbed her hand which was still placed on his chest and shoved it off of him. "Yeah, you don't see me making a big deal out of you making out with Dylan."