“Speaking of which…” Clay arched a brow at me. “What the hell is going on with you and your new roommate?” I surprised even myself with the casual coolness with which I took a sip of my beer. “Well, she hasn’t tried to kill me this week, so that’s nice.” “You two look like you’re sixty seconds or less from fucking in the nearest closet,” Zeke said. “Yeah, right. She’d sooner be a nun,” I combatted. Clay leaned toward Zeke. “Notice how he didn’t say he’d sooner do anything else.” “You’re blind if you don’t see that she wants you, too,” Zeke added. “The tension is tight enough to snap, man.”
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