I step closer to his bed, and he flinches when I place my hand on his shoulder. "Lou..." "Can you please just let me sleep?" I make my way to my own bed and lay down unwillingly. I want to respect his boundaries, but there's no way I can accept how badly my heart hurts for him. "Come here." "What?" I move over to make...
Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.