Page 46 of Bro Amazing

Sliding off the table, I look around the kitchen, feeling as if I haven't truly seen it before. It's big. And I'm going to be here alone for the next week. I'd love a little privacy sometimes since the guys are always popping into my room for a quick fuck, but now I'm a nervous about staying in this big house alone.

I straighten my sleep clothes and shove the table back to the middle of the room. One inch at a time, the same way Quintinhad fucked it over. Ethan left his bowl in the sink, so I put that in the dishwasher. I wander around first the kitchen and then the hallway, putting things away, and it almost feels like I'm erasing them from the house. From my life.

Shaking my head, I clear the thought.This is a business arrangement, nothing more. At some point I'll earn enough money to move out on my own again. I've lived on my own since I got to the city. I'll get used to it again. By this time tomorrow I'll be completely comfortable and have forgotten all about my five gamer boyfriends who use words I don't understand and fuck me at all hours of the day, based around their schedule and not mine.

On the second day they're gone, I have to admit that I miss my boyfriends. Their subscription chat is silent. The house is silent. And I can't bring myself to open my laptop. I'd thought I'd be able to get loads of writing done, but instead I'm staring up at my ceiling as I listen to a recording of one of their old games just to hear their voices and make the house feel less empty.

I'm completely alone and I could do whatever I want. Except open the little present I'd found on my pillow from Helix. He hasn't called or texted yet to say I'm allowed to open it.

I should do something besides lay here and be unproductive.

I shoot off a quick text to Sasha.Movie night?

I can't tonight. Let's do tomorrow night instead. There's a new romance movie that just came out I want to analyze. 7 pm at yours? Can't wait to meet your roommates.

Well, that's not was I was hoping for.They're out of town and I feel like getting out of the house. Can we do yours instead?

Sasha replies,Yes, we can do yours next time when they're back then.See you tomorrow at 7.

Well, I have something to do now, but not until tomorrow.Damn.

I don't know why Sasha wants to meet my roommates so badly. They're nerdy, and not great conversationalists. All they do is talk about their game and fucking me. And I'd rather Sasha not find out about that last bit.

Hopefully getting out of the house and having a bit of girl time will get me out of this funk. In the meantime, though, I need something to do.

I glance at my closed door. I'm alone in the house and my roommates won't be home for days. Based on how they left the kitchen before their flight, I wouldn't be surprised if they left snacks out in their bedrooms. A good girlfriend—a good roommate even—would check to make sure there isn't anything that could attract bugs or mice or anything of that nature.

Slowly stepping out into the hallway, confirming that it's empty even though I know it is, I step over to the first closed door.I'm not snooping. I'm being helpful. I open the door to Ethan's room and stick my head inside.

The bed is haphazardly made, but everything else around the room looks fairly orderly. There are little action figure toys on some of the shelves and posters of cartoon characters on the wall, but otherwise nothing incriminating.

The next room is similar, if a little more messy. I open each door and pop my head in, but they're all fairly the same: action figures, cartoon posters, computer equipment, and Legos are in every room. In fact, even knowing my roommates, it's hard to tell whose room is whose.

Aside from Ethan's, which I can only identify because I've seen him go through that door, the only bedroom I can easily pick out is Helix's. Mostly because delivery boxes are scattered around the room and since I've moved in, he's received at least three or four packages each week.

A fair number of them being toys for me—dildos, nipple clamps, and a variety of butt plugs that all of us had a lot of fun with one day.

I wonder if that's what he left on my bed. I'm even more curious now and want to open it.

Pulling out my phone, I message our group chat.When am I allowed to open my present?

I hope they haven't forgotten about me. They hadn't said they would check in or anything before they left. I mean, they hadn't even told me they were leaving. If I hadn't gotten up and caught them in the act, I would have woken up to an empty house.

They clearly only think of me when they want to fuck, and the rest of the time I'm absent from their minds. Yet here I am snooping in their rooms because I miss them. Which is ridiculous. We're roommates and fuck buddies, nothing more.

So why am I climbing into Helix's bed and staring at my phone as I wait for them to respond?

His bed is actually comfy. Almost like a cloud. Way better than mine. And the pillow smells like him. When was the last time he washed these sheets?

Nope, I'm not going to focus on that right now. I'm just going to lie here where he sleeps and enjoy being wrapped in his scent.

Chapter Eighteen

My phone ringing wakes me up. It's dark, and I reach out to turn on my light but it's not there.

I'm still in Helix's bed. I must have fallen asleep and taken a longer nap than I should have. Instead of a normal lamp, he has a salt lamp on the bedside, so I follow the cord to the switch to let its soft glow light the room.

I reach for my phone. The screen is lit up with Helix's name and a little video icon.

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