The Roommate Risk (The Midnight Heat Collection, #3)

by Talia Hibbert

He’d just be some notch in her bedpost. How… undignified.

He also wanted to knock her up and tattoo her name on his forehead, but she hadn’t asked about that.

“Look at you,” she said as she wobbled to her feet. “Half-naked. You slut.” “You know me.” He

he enjoyed the confidence with which she wielded her nonsense.

I just had heart palpitations through sheer embarrassment, and my skin feels too tight for my body, but I’m better than I was thirty seconds ago?

“Since when are you Mr. First Aid, anyway?” she asked, her tone accusatory. As if he’d been hiding first aid skills from her with nefarious intent.

The words hovered between them like cigarette smoke and secrets between the lips of teenagers. Like promises you break, and never forget, and always regret. Like the capsule eternity of that pin-prick moment before a first kiss.

Sometimes, thinking badly about herself required her to think badly of other people, too. To imagine cruelties and ulterior motives and falseness behind every smile.

“You’re not a shitty friend. You’re a distant and mysterious friend, sometimes, but not shitty.” She smiled gently. “But if you wanted to be less distant and mysterious, that would be great too.”

“I’ve decided to stop using other people’s prescription drugs.”

“I feel like we’ve been slow for a thousand years.” “Seven. Seven years.” “Please allow me to be dramatic.”