Page 58 of Roommate
“Huh. Well, I really enjoyed it. But I guess you didn’t,” Kieran says flatly.
“Hey—that was not the issue.”
He snorts. “Then what is? Did I do something wrong?”
“No way. It’s me who’s the fuckup.” Isn’t that obvious? “It’s not okay to jump your drunk, horny roommate.”
“Really? Even if he wants a repeat?”
“Even then.” I take a puff and try to explain. “See, I have a bad track record. I threw myself at you, with no thought of the consequences. I’ve done this before, too, and then I can’t figure out why I keep blowing up my own life. For once I have to stop being impulsive, and act like a damn adult. There aren’t enough bakeries in America to hire me every time I fuck up.”
Kieran narrows his eyes. “So you’re the one who’s freaking out after last night? That makes no sense.”
“Yeah, I know. But that only proves that I’m the asshole here. And I’m sorry, okay? But when I said we shouldn’t fool around, I was right.”
“First you said you could. And last night you said you couldn’t. And then you did it anyway,” he points out.
“Yup.” I nod vigorously. “See? That’s how it goes with me. Bad decisions, followed by regret. Trust me—you won’t be missing anything if we don’t get together again. I only seem like a good idea when you’re wasted and horny. In the cool light of day, it’ll be easier for you to forget it ever happened.”
“Really?” Kieran tilts his big, handsome face toward the sky. “Because I spent every daylight hour today thinking about you.”
I’m a praise junkie, so naturally my stomach flutters. Kieran can’t stop thinking about me. Then I give myself a mental slap. “Thinking is different than doing. Are you sure you even want to have this conversation with your family all around us? You seem like a very private person.”
“I am,” he admits. “I don’t share. But the thing about my family is that they don’t pay attention, especially when it comes to me. We could be making out like movie stars right now and nobody would notice.”
When he says “making out,” I just want to jump into his lumberjack arms and ask him to haul me off to a hay loft for naughty fun. There has to be a hay loft here somewhere, right? That’s my fantasy.
But that’s all it can be—a fantasy. I have to get my act together. “Sorry,” I say, crossing my arms. “Last night was super fun, but it can’t happen again. I’m probably not even going to stick around Vermont, you know? I’m a bad bet.”
He’s silent for a beat. “So that’s just it?”
“Yes,” I insist, even as my heart wavers. The truth is that I like Kieran. A lot. Which only means that turning him down is the right thing to do. He doesn’t need an impoverished, slightly desperate man hanging on his arm. And I need to stop being that broke, needy person who left most of his self-esteem back in Nashville.
“I’ve got one question.”
Aw. He has questions about gay sex? “Go ahead and ask. I’ll tell you anything.”
“Will you still teach me to cook?”
I chuckle. “Yes. Absolutely. Cooking is the one thing I do reliably and that people appreciate me for. Definitely take advantage of the single perk there is to having me as a friend.”
“Not the only thing,” he says drily.
Sure, but my track record speaks for itself. And there’s no point in arguing. “What do you want to learn next?”
His grumpy frown becomes a little less grumpy. “I don’t care. You pick. Something meaty?”
Oh, the dirty jokes I could make right now. But I don’t want to send mixed signals. “You got it. I’ll come up with something.”
“Thank you,” he says. Then he turns and walks away so quickly that there isn’t even enough time to ogle his ass before he disappears in the darkness.
Which is really just as well.
Roderick
Remember when I thought living with Kieran would be awkward, because he didn’t like me?
Yeah, the joke’s on me. Living with Kieran isn’t awkward, but it sure is horny. Neither of us has been able to forget our time together in his bed. Lately, we’ve shared a lot of lingering glances, and some of them have been all my fault.
