Page 18 of Oblivious Roommate

“Kiss,” I murmur in my troll voice.

He laughs in surprise, and his sweet breath caresses the uncovered skin of my chin. “Oh no, I’m afraid you’ll have to take it from me.”

What?

I watch him for a prolonged moment, but this isn’t a rejection. His smile is a little cocky and he raises his brows. I’ve kissed several women in my life, but even the proximity of his lips feels more exciting than any of those kisses.

I close the gap between us and drop the mace to grab his sides. His soft lips invite me, and I’m gone, done for. My bones are jelly, my heart melts, and no matter how wrong this is, I know it’s right.

I am gay.

So, so very gay for Cass I no longer know where the ground is as his tongue rolls against mine, triggering a jolt of pleasure at the base of my spine. His hands are big, and when they stroke up and down my sides, an electric sensation overcomes my skin. His touch has never felt like this, but maybe because I didn’t allow myself to see it as anything but friendly.

There’s nothing friendly about the way he grabs my ass to bring our hips closer, and I swear that if he somehow drops Logan for me, the eerie melody playing in the background will be our song.

I might be the big troll, but he’s in charge, and I whimper into the kiss I never want to end. I squeeze my hand on his top and lose myself in the kiss that is changing my life in real time.

Sure, Emily grabbed my butt sometimes, but never like this. Or it’s just that I never felt this way about her touch. But time for guilt, shame, and ruminations about my past will come later, because my future is holding me right now.

I’m so overwhelmed by the emotion blooming in me that only Cassian’s skilled tongue can keep me focused on reality.

But there’s also another obvious fact between us.

I’m hard. So hard. I’m like granite, and if he touches me now, I’ll crumble on the spot. This was supposed to be an experiment, but all I want to do is kiss, kiss, kiss, and grind on him like I’m some beast in heat.

Laughter tears me out of the surreal moment where everything I believed about myself crashed down, but as I pull away, Cass wraps his arm around me and rises to his toes, whispering, “Do you have a place?”

Yeah. Our place. Where I’ll gladly dry hump him into the mattress.

My head is filled with loose marbles, rolling around aimlessly.

Doesn’t he have a boyfriend? My Cass isn’t a cheater.

Or is he? Do I not know him as well as I think? After all, he hid his sexuality from me…

“I…”

A flashlight points its beam straight at us, blinding me for half a second, and someone whistles.

“No fucking in here!” the person yells.

Another guy sniggers. “I told you this would happen.”

I don’t know what to do, but my nerves are in tatters, so I do what comes naturally.

I panic.

Before I even know it, I’m running toward the light, pushing the guys away, and then go straight for the wall. I don’t try to look for the exit. I climb over the fence and land outside the labyrinth with a thud.

No point in stopping there.

I keep moving forward without purpose, because I kissed my best friend.

And loved it.

And I’m gay.

Kissing women was pleasant , but only only a shadow of what I felt when Cass’s tongue rolled over my lip.