Page 18 of Loud Hot Roomie
“Your kids are cool as hell.”
She beams with pride. “How did the make-up go yesterday? You and Derek okay now?”
“Yeah,” I tell her with a nod of my head. “He was cool. We talked it out. I made him dinner so he basically forgave me on the spot.”
She chuckles. “Food is magical like that. My neighbor, Clara, is always bringing by extra food her parents make. They’re big into baking. Everything is divine.”
I pat my belly over my T-shirt. “Maybe I should make friends with her. I love sweet treats.”
“Clara dates a lot. I’m pretty sure she’s slept with most of the men in this complex.” She frowns at me. “You deserve a dedicated, steady woman.” Her fingers brush over mine. “Someone who can see you for more than sex.”
It takes a second for my mind to catch up to me. Linda is hinting that she could be that woman?
“Oh,” I say awkwardly. “Yeah, so I’m gay.”
She stiffens and then giggles. “Ahhh, well, lucky Derek.”
I wish.
“We aren’t, you know, dating or anything.”
“Still,” she continues. “He scored big getting you as a roommate.” Then, she groans, and subtly points toward a car driving from where the dumpsters are. “Here come the beer bros. Stay away from them.”
Linda is just trying to look out for me, but I don’t like that she seems to have a problem with two of our neighbors so far. I just stood up for her last night with Derek.
The beer bros stop their vehicle in front of me and Derek’s unit just as Derek pulls up in his truck. They each roll down their windows and carry on a brief conversation. Then, the beer bros drive off while Derek parks.
“I’ll see you guys later,” I say as I gingerly climb to my feet. “I need to catch up with Derek.”
The kids hug me, but let me go when I tell them they have to practice a lot if they want to get good at soccer. By the time I make it to the front door of our unit, Derek is walking inside.
“How was physical therapy?” he asks, gesturing at the blue tape peeking out under the hem of my shorts.
“Painful as fuck per usual. How was work?”
“Sweat my ass off. Like usual.”
I peer around to check out his ass. “Nope. Still there and bitable as ever.”
He makes a chuffing sound as he sets his backpack on the table. “Good to know.”
“What did the beer bros want?”
“They invited us to come hang out tonight. They’re having a party.”
I grin at him. “So, we’re going?”
“If I think of something better, can we do that instead?” He unzips his backpack and pulls out another box of cookies. “I really, really don’t want to party with the beer bros.”
I make my way closer to him. “Those for me?”
“Depends,” he rumbles, voice slightly teasing. “Did you do what I asked?”
My blood burns hot with lust. “Actually, no. I fucking suck.”
I could make it up by sucking your dick…
His eyebrows furl together. “Why not?”
