2B or Not 2B (Roomies Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

he startled me by standing up too, not ready to give me any kind of leverage. He wasn't that tall for a guy, but he towered over me nonetheless. His steely eyes weren't leaving my brown ones. I walked to him, invading his space. His shoulders tensed. My eyes darted briefly from his eyes to focus a second on his lips that were a little too inviting. At that moment I gazed at his thin scar, which was partially hidden by his thick scruff, but was more visible in the morning light falling on his temple.
    "And just so you know, you didn't hear me because I fucked him with my mouth," I said just above a whisper.
    "Fuck," he managed to mutter after his Adam's apple jumped a couple of times. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing louder than a second ago. I was playing dangerously.
    "Exactly."
    I turned around and walked back toward my bedroom.
    "You didn't just say that," he called back at my retreating figure, disbelief audible in his voice slightly hoarse.
    "Not only did I say it, but I did it, too." And I laughed, not turning around to see him gaping at me.
    I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but I loved this lightness in my chest and stomach. I liked the laugh that was bubbling inside of me. I was enjoying myself and messing a little with Byron's head was a perk I would have never expected when I read the newspaper the other day.
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    DAY 3
    What was annoying after hosting a party was the cleaning part. The apartment was a mess; the alcohol spilled everywhere, the bottles and cups thrown all over the place, and even the ashtrays were full to overflowing. Equally awful was the smell, a mix between sweat and stale alcohol. But we managed to clean everything fast, and now I was back in my bedroom, putting on clothes after a well-deserved shower.
    Macon was on his way over to pick me up so we could go out to see a movie. He wanted to drool for two hours over Charlie Hunnam, and I wasn't against the idea either. Charlie Hunnam might help me chase away Byron from my mind.
    I laced my red converse and opened my door, but stopped when I heard voices. Male voices. I frowned and tippy toed to the living room, but stayed hidden in the hall. They couldn't see me, but I had a perfect view of the four guys in there. Byron and Jordan were on the couch, while two other guys I saw last night, but didn't catch their names, were sitting on the ground facing the couch, nursing a beer on the coffee table.
    Jordan's hair looked lighter in daylight , and he seemed too cocky for my liking. I was pretty sure I wasn't about to like what I was going to hear. All three guys were focused on him, and he loved it. It was so obvious with his stupid, proud smile, tugging at the lips I kissed just hours ago before asking him firmly to leave once his breathing was back to normal. It had been funny watching him put his pants back on with shaky hands. I really shook his world.
    "And do you know what she told me?"
    The guy sitting on the ground with his back to me leaned closer, his dirty blond hair not as shiny as Jordan’s was. "Shoot, man. Don't leave us hanging."
    I cringed and took a good look at Jordan. He gazed at each guy and stopped a second longer on a subdued Byron who was taking a sip of his beer. "Let me make you come louder than you ever have."
    "Fuck," Byron said, his beer bottle midair between his mouth and the coffee table. The others nodded, open-mouthed.
    "And did she ever make me,’’ Jordan added with a far away look, probably replaying my handy work on him. Being a witness of guy talk wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be when I was the main subject and my roommate was in the room. "The bitch knows how to use her mouth. And tongue. And her fucking teeth."
    Classy. This guy wasn't at all what I thought he was. But I brought it on myself after all. I didn't even talk to him or get to know him a little before inviting him into my room.
    "Shut up."
    "What, B. Is it bothering you that I had her first?"
    Byron put his beer bottle on the