I’m sniffing and slobbering all over the counter when I hear the front door slam down the hall. Shit! Can I catch a break? In a frantic hurry, I straighten up and face the cabinets. Using my sleeve, I quickly wipe at my eyes and my gross, runny nose. When I’m satisfied that my face is no longer leaking, I turn around just in time to see my new roommate stroll in with grocery bags dangling from his bulging arms, frowning at his phone. And I may be puffy-eyed and covered in snot and brimming with overwhelming emotions, but damn, Dr. Pretty Boy is rocking that messy look. He’s rocking it so
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