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A New Roommates to Lovers Standalone Novel
My twenty-fifth birthday was just like the twenty-four before it.
I stood next to my identical twin sister as we blew out the candles on our shared birthday cake.
She wished for a healthy new baby to add to the family she already has with her husband.
I wished for my parents to stop asking me why I wasn’t more like my twin.
When I get back to Manhattan after my birthday trip, a surprise is waiting for me.
A tall, gorgeous, tattooed stranger is in my apartment.
Did I mention he’s naked?
He says it’s not a big deal. I say it is a BIG deal, if you know what I mean.
I assume he’s there to see my roommate, but apparently I’m wrong since she left town while I was away.
Sebastian Wolf is my new roommate.
I’m tempted to throw him out after the first day, but I agree to give him another chance.
When I start to wish for more, I discover that my new roommate isn’t the man I thought he was.
Chapter 1
Tilly
I can’t look away.
I know that I should. I realize that it’s the right thing to do, but my gaze stays locked on the sight that’s in front of me.
It’s an intricate tattoo that covers the broad left shoulder of a man. The sharp lines of dark ink dip down to curl around his muscular bicep.
The ink on his skin isn’t the only mesmerizing thing about him. This man is not only tall and dangerously good-looking, but he’s hung. As in, the-largest-cock-I’ve-ever-seen hung.
The stranger in my apartment isn’t wearing any clothes. He’s completely naked and standing next to the now dead bouquet of flowers that were delivered to me before I boarded a flight to San Francisco five days ago.
His eyes are closed, his phone is in his hand, ear buds are tucked in place, and he’s swaying slowly to what must be music I can’t hear.
I should walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder, but I can’t.
My feet have been planted in this spot, just inside the foyer of my apartment since I got home a few minutes ago.
My roommate, Lisa, wasn’t expecting me home for another three days.
We don’t keep in touch when one of us is out of town. We barely speak when we pass each other in the hallway.
Lisa and I are not friends.
We’re roommates; nothing more and nothing less.
She has every right to invite a guy over. We only have one unspoken rule. I don’t knock if her bedroom door is clo
sed, and she does the same if mine is shut.
