Page 11 of Damn Roommate

I take a long breath before knocking on the wood, secretly hoping not to disturb them during the showers. The sharp blows make some of them scream and my brother’s head goes through the doorway. His hair drenched in sweat, his chest damp, and a few marks on his shoulders, he blocks in my way.

“Have you come to congratulate your favorite brother?”

A victorious smile screwed on his thin lips, Edgar raises his eyebrows up and down, making me chuckle.

“It’s a good thing I only haveonebrother!”

“Are you saying we were adopted?”

Leo’s nosy head materializes behind Edgar’s back, and I sigh, rolling my eyes.

“Fuck off, Riley. You’re going to shock Scar with your hairy cock!” says my brother.

I wince in disgust, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach as I see Nolan’s fleeting figure walk behind.

“I came to pick up your car keys. I’m going to go run some errands!”

“You’re a sweetheart!”

My brother raises his arms in the sky, stepping back from the door he leaves half-open. He almost drops the towel that barely fits around his hips and barely catches it. However, letting me see the beginning of his crack.

From bad to worse.

“Can you get me a bottle of tequila?”

With my gaze focused on my brother’s back, I notice Nolan only too late. Standing by the door, he’s no more dressed than Edgar. For once, no disgust tugs at my insides or distorts the features of my face.

No.

And it takes all the will in the world to keep my eyes from sliding down his marble-cut chest.

Damn it.

I’ve seen his abs a hundred times. I knew them barely formed, juvenile, then little by little, Nolan’s body took shape. Strengthened. To become the one that stands before me tonight. A raw, chiseled, virile body.

A hockey player’s body.

Slightly scarred as a bonus.

He hands me a hundred-dollar bill, way over what’s needed, and I grab it, feverishly.

“Use the extra to pay for the other bottles.”

He disappears as soon as my brother returns, quicklythrowing his keys at me, which I hold against my chest. He gives me a final wave, letting the hoarse, amused voices of the team greet me before the door slams shut.

I really have to stop taking this habit. Looking for my brother’s keys, seriously? Worst trap for my heart.

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“Player’s girlfriend?”

I frown as I turn to the person who has stepped to my left. Hands taken by a cup and a bottle, I eye the intruder with an inquisitive eye before answering him, “Excuse me?”

“Is your boyfriend here?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

He laughs and leans over the table, resting his elbows on it nonchalantly. His piercing eyes watch me, and a bright smile lights up his thin face.

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