Page 13 of Roommates
Once I had successfully left the bed, I glanced to the floor to find our clothes strewn all over it. We'd really been in a hurry, hadn't we? I bent to pick them all up and sort the items into my laundry bag and the pile of unwashed clothes next to Adam's bed. That was one part of the evidence dealt with. Next, I pulled a fresh pair of boxers out of my drawer and put them on before tiptoeing over to the window to let some fresh air into the room, which still smelled like sex.
I don't know if it was the sound of the birds singing outside that woke Adam, but he finally cracked his eyes open as I turned back around.
“Morning, sleepy head,” I said, trying my best to sound normal. If luck was on my side, he'd been so drunk last night that he didn't even remember what had happened.
Luck wasnoton my side, of course.
Adam rubbed his eyes and then, blearily, he looked at me to say, “Wild night last night, huh?” A lazy grin stretched his lips.
Yeah, he remembered exactly what we'd done, and unlike me, the memory didn't seem to trouble him.
Didn't he care at all that people would think he was weird when they found out that he was sleeping with another guy who wasn't even an omega?
Or had he already caught on to the fact that Iwasan omega? I'd been in heat, after all. He must have smelled me.
My stomach clenched painfully as I saw my future falling apart in front of my eyes.
No, there was no reason to freak yet. Adam remembered the sex, but hehadbeen pretty drunk last night. He might not be able to recall and interpret the details.
“It was a crazy night for sure,” I made myself say, and then I turned to my dresser again because I couldn't keep looking at Adam without being afraid thatsomethingmight show on my face. I had to pack anyway. Spring break was upon us and I was traveling home to my family in a few hours. At this point, it seemed appealing to head out to the airport early and wait around there rather than staying in this room any longer than I had to.
“I'm sorry if I came on too strongly,” Adam said, sitting up. Maybe he could read the nervous tension in the air now. “I was kind of drunk and yeah... I guess you don't normally go for guys, do you?”
“You were my first.” At least that much was true. I still couldn't face him, though.
“Your first guy?”
“Yes.” My firstanything. But he didn't have to know that much. That would make me suspicious, and at least for now, it seemed he was still thinking I was beta. I exhaled. Maybe my future wasn't completely ruined yet. Trying to distract myself, I picked a couple of socks out of my drawer. My suitcase was crammed under my bed, though. The bed Adam was still in. Reluctantly, I turned to him.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, concern shining in his eyes. “You look super tense. You're not getting sick again, are you?”
“No, I just... I need my suitcase.” I made myself get down and reach for it, feeling my roommate's gaze on me. I wasn't fooling him, was I?
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, worry creeping into his tone. “I'm sorry if I did. I'm used to sleeping with women and omegas who don't—”
“You didn't hurt me,” I cut him off. “I'm just... uh...”
“You're regretting what happened.”
That wasn't the full truth, but it wasn't wrong either. We shouldn't have had sex. Even if it was really good and I wanted nothing more than to keep doing it. If my rational mind hadn't been in charge of my actions that morning, I would have climbed back into bed with Adam in a heartbeat. I would have wrapped my arms around him and cuddled up close to lose myself in the warmth of his body.
But that wasn't an option, and when I gazed into Adam's eyes, I saw my own disappointment reflected there.
It was almost as if he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
But how could that be?
“I'm sorry,” Adam said eventually. “If you're really that uncomfortable, I promise I won't tell anyone what happened, and I won't touch you again.”
I forced a, “Thank you,” out between my lips and then I focused on my suitcase again. “I'm sorry too,”
I whispered as I started packing in earnest.
“It's okay,” Adam said.
I didn't respond to him because deep down I knew that it really,reallywasn't.
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