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I think it’s safe to say nightly showers will be my routine for the foreseeable future, and I have a pretty good idea who’ll be starring in that activity with me.
Is it wrong that I can see myself picturing my platonic, asexual roommate when I jerk off? Probably. Will that stop me from doing it? Well, I guess they call it jerking off for a reason.
I’ll keep that little nugget between me and my hand though.
“So, now that we’re friends.” Cruz’s voice halts my internal rambling, and I try not to choke on my own breath as he steps back into our room wearing only a towel that does very little to hide the delicious little ‘V’ I suspected he’d have at the base of his torso. “Got any thoughts about what to do with this room?”
I swallow back the saliva pooling in my mouth as he pulls on a pair of boxers–before letting the towel drop to the floor thank God. “What do you mean?”
His head swivels around, taking in the space. “It’s kind of depressing, don’t you think?”
“It’s a dorm.”
“We might need to work on your vocabulary, Sunshine.” He tugs on a pair of sweats that do nothing to hide how round his ass is. “This place isn’t just a plain dorm room, it resembles a prison cell. Where’s the personalization?”
I force myself to look at his face. “Just because we’ve called a truce doesn’t mean you get to give me a nickname.”
“An ironic nickname.” He smiles proudly, like we’re already on our way to being best buddies, and I can’t decide if that makes me want to roll my eyes or smile back.
He’s just so…eager.
Rolling my eyes wins out, though I take my own tour of the bare white walls, plain tile floor, and worn wood furniture. “What did you have in mind?”
His shoulders rise and fall in an indecisive shrug as he pulls a shirt over his head, covering those sculpted pecs. “A rug might be nice. This floor is fucking cold, and it’s not even winter. And maybe some posters or something.”
“What about a TV? Or video games?”
“Not in my budget.” Cruz gives me a timid smile. “Besides, I don’t even know how we’ll get a rug back here, much less a TV. Unless the store will deliver.”
“I’ve got a car.”
“Really? I didn’t think freshmen were allowed cars on campus.”
“They’re not, but I had to get here somehow.”
“Wait, you’ve got a car you’re not allowed to have? Where will you park it?”
“That’s Monday’s problem since the offices are closed until then.” Normally, I’d stew about that all weekend, and it’s possible my anger over that whole scenario will find me again before Monday rolls around. But right now, the idea of buying stuff to personalize the place, which most people probably already did with their parents before their arrival, sounds amazing. And I’d rather not let my anger toward my parents spoil it. Funny how the idea of decorating the room sounds better once you have someone to do it with. “You ready?” I grab the key fob off the desk.
“Hell yeah!” Cruz grabs his wallet and follows me to my car, a four-door Jeep Wrangler.
“Nice,” he says as he climbs in the passenger seat. “Factory lift, Fox shocks—not as nice as the Rancho but not bad—two hundred eighty five horsepower… This is a great ride.”
“You’re a Jeep guy?”
“Not specifically. I like cars in general. My pop owns a repair shop. I sort of grew up around them.”
“So, any ideas where to go? I don’t know the town very well yet.” I back out of the parking space.
“Target I guess? They have pretty much everything.”
I’m not overly familiar with it—I think we only ever got school supplies there—but I’m game. Cruz gives directions while I drive, and once we arrive, he grabs a cart and heads straight to the home goods section.
We pick out a striped rug in blues and grays and creams, then a couple bean bag chairs so we have something besides our beds and desk chairs to sit on. He finds the ‘Believe’ poster from Ted Lasso, and I go with ‘Spiderman Into the Spiderverse,’ one of the best animated films I’ve ever seen. I might be sort of an expert on them since I spent an excessive amount of time watching movies and TV shows over the past few years. That is, when I wasn’t playing lacrosse.
“I’m all set. You?” Cruz asks me.
“But we haven’t hit the electronics section.”
