Page 76 of A Bossy Roommate

I crouch down to take a look.

“Ahh,Carter, oh, my God,” she whines and moans. “Ahh.”

I haven’t even touched her. “Eden, wait…”

“Carter!Aaaahhh.”

What the fuck?

I’ve yet to make physical contact with her foot.

Close by, a door slams.

We freeze.

Her wide eyes meet mine.

I stand back up, and we’re glaring in the direction of the door. We listen to my aunt’s footsteps draw closer, and all I can think is,I fucking hope she doesn’t think what I think she’s thinking.

“Carter Donovan Bancroft?” she asks through the closed door.

I have to take a second to answer, trying to come up with what to say, how to approach this, form the right words. “Yeah?”

“I’m feeling well again. I’m going over to Hattie’s. For a glass of…a cup of Earl Grey.”

I can’t bring myself to say no. After all, she’s supposed to be resting, and a cup of Earl Grey sounds restful to me. “Okay.”

“Oh, and…next time just ask me if you want some alone time. I know what it means to be newlyweds.”

We hear her shuffling footsteps quickly fading away.

The front door closes.

“Wait, what?” Eden stares at me. “Please. Does she imagine we were doingthat?”

“Yep.”

“No, seriously. Does she think we had sex just now, and that I…orgasmed?”

“Yep.”

“Stop her! We need to explain.”

I laugh out. “I can’t.”

“Youhaveto.”

“I can’t.”

“Carter!”

“Impossible. How would I explain this? ‘Auntie, we did not have sex. Eden dodged a falling magazine and, in the process, she bumped her toe, meaning, her cries were cries of pain, not of passion?’ She’d never believe me. She’d think it was a poor excuse. It’d make things worse.”

Eden palms her face, peeking through her fingers. “This issoembarrassing.”

“I know.”

“She thinks we’re having angry sex.”

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