“You don’t even know me. I mean, we’re roommates, but we didn’t spend time together. Not really.” “Sweetheart, the same could be said about you with all of us,” he retorted immediately, maintaining that inch of space between us, hazel eyes filled with a hypnotic desire. “We aren’t good people. Hell, most of the time we aren’t even nice, but I don’t think you want someone nice.”
