Until

Dex

At 21, leaving my toxic house and father's so-called wealth seemed like a taste of freedom to me. But it came with a heavy price- student loans, transfering college, running after scholarship and working my ass off in a diner under a shitty boss. Loneliness freaks me out and silence is my biggest enemy. Except my handsome blue-eyed roommate loves to find the corner in the library and maintains a strict no-talking-if-not-necessary rule. Friendship with this man is impossible. But as a chatty person what can you do when your roommate won't speak more than a few syllables and you're only left to watch his every movement to pass the time? You start noticing everything you shouldn't.

Josh

I hate changes. I hate people. Especially, loud ones. What happens when all those things you hate come crashing into your life altogether?
To say my new roommate is a menace would be an understatement. He managed to get an space in my "non-shareable" dorm room. Also he doesn't know how to shut up even when he sleeps. Dex watches me, notices me and sees me more than anyone have ever had. His cheeky grin when I glare at him, deep dimples which he shows off more often and dirty blonde hair which he combs with his fingers once every minute aren't helping. It's too much. Too risky. And I'm afraid of risks.