Page 29 of Oblivious Roommate

“Did you top?” falls out of my mouth on its own accord.

Since I first heard about Cass wanting that, I can’t get it out of my head.

Cass blinks, as if he’s baffled by the question, but in the end, offers me a playful smile and leans in. “Oh no. No. Definitely not.”

The idea of him under Levi is somehow even hotter.

So hot, in fact, that my dick is interested.

Down, boy.

“I’m learning a lot about you.” I laugh and take a deep breath. While I’m jealous of every single man who’s put his hands on Cass instead of me, knowing that Cass had all this fun in the past two years doesn’t put me off. In fact, it makes him more vibrant and desirable in my eyes. I want him to be crazy about me in a way that’ll make him keep all the details private and only communicate information about our amazing sex life through blushing cheeks and mysterious smiles.

“You wanted complete honesty, so I’m no longer holding back,” he says and pushes the tote bag containing the remaining flyers into my hands. “Speaking of honesty though, I need to take a leak. Hang on to these.”

I sigh as I watch him walk away, wondering which brand I send a tip to for designing jeans that fit his ass so well.

“You could be a bit more subtle when ogling him.” Aaron startles me so much I drop the bag, but as least he also scoots down to pick up the flyers that slipped out of my hands.

“Jesus Christ, you move like a cat.”

He smirks.

“It’s not a compliment!”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Aaron asks, waving one of the flyers in front of my face.

I sigh as we both rise. “It’s a bonding thing. It’s not like he’s gonna find him.”

His eyes open wide, and he drags me farther away from the counter, to an area with unoccupied tables. “He is literally looking for you. Why are you participating in this charade?”

“I can’t tell him it was me. That would be weird as fuck, and I don’t want to dissuade him when he’s so excited cause… it’s adorable, okay?” There. I said it. I’m growing accustomed to voicing my feelings.

Aaron’s arms drop. “He wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t serious. He’s projecting on that character you pretended to be, and you’re playing with his feelings.”

I’m taken aback. “N-no. I would never. He’ll be over it next week and we’ll have a fun thing to remember.”

“Very fun, mhm. So you’ll just wait while he fucks Logan, and possibly someone else instead of telling him it’s you he liked kissing so much? Will you also wait as he dumps Logan and gets together with someone who doesn’t avoid him for two thirds of the week?”

My insides frost over. “Don’t prod me. I’m not ready. You have no idea what it’s like. He might not like me that way, and what then? An eternity of awkwardness after which we slowly drift apart.”

Aaron’s lips press into a pale line, which makes him reminiscent of a Tim Burton character. “None of my business. But I assure you that he will find out, and it will be a thousand times worse than whatever could occur if you told him.”

I’m afraid he’s right, but I don’t need him to know that. “All I ask you to do is keep an eye on Logan so we can find out what skeletons hide in his closet. And for the record, I don’t think they’re fucking right now.”

Logan has barely visited and the mood between him and Cass has been sour.

Good.

“Aaand here he comes,” Aaron says, and I turn around to spot Cass walking toward me in his favorite dark green hoodie, and with a wide smile on his face. “I have a good feeling about this. Hi, Aaron.”

Aaron waves at him, then stuffs his hands into his pockets.

Cass looks between us. “What? Did I miss something?”

Aaron shrugs. “Matt was just saying the troll could be someone who already knows you.”

I want to strangle him but keep my cool and give Cass a bright smile. “Yeah, maybe some sad, horny, desperate ex, but then, you’d know how your exes kiss, so it’s a dumb idea.”