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I choked out a laugh. Rowena flushed bright red and threw a vicious look at the both of us before storming off. Tessa cackled as she watched her stomp down the corridor toward the stairs before turning back to me, chewing her lip.
“I’ll be honest, green-brown isn’t the best color on you, but hey, you do you!”
I grimaced. “Yeah, well. DIY dye kit for the win.” I was about to walk away but she called after me and I had no choice but to turn around. I didn’t want to be rude to her after she’d stood up for me against Rowena. I hadn’t asked her to, but still. It was nice of her.
“I know a good colorist if you want to fix it?”
“Yeah, I’m good. But thanks anyway.”
She shrugged. “OK, cool, well if you decide you can’t live with it, knock on my door.” She pointed to her room, number 311, and smiled.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling a bit awkward. I didn’t want or need a friend but being polite had been drilled into me from an early age.
“You’re welcome!”
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Rhythmic banging against the wall separating me from my neighbor woke me up, along with loud and obnoxious sex noises. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no good. Even with a pillow over my head, I could still hear groans, moans, and occasional wails.
From the amount of noise the girl next door was making, I felt certain she was faking it. I did not believe the guy was that good in bed. Nobody moaned and wailed that loudly during sex. Other than porn stars.
I sure as hell didn’t. Mostly I went through my to-do list. Sex, in my experience, was…meh. Nothing to get too excited about.
Brody had not exactly set my world on fire. When he’d ghosted me after Dad’s arrest, I’d felt betrayed, but not completely devastated. It had been obvious from the beginning that he was only with me because of the doors I could open for him. I’d liked his company, but it was never anything deeper; for either of us.
Sleeping with him was something I did because he expected it of me, not because I was truly into him. Sure, he was objectively handsome, and he knew all the moves in bed, but he never made my heart skip a beat or my toes curl when he kissed me. I wasn’t sure that was even a thing, other than in romance books.
Did I care? Not really.
I didn’t need a deep and meaningful connection with anyone.
My phone told me it was still very early. The sky was dark and the birds were still quiet. 4 AM. Why the fuck were these two even awake? I grumbled and slammed a book against the wall, just to make the point that they’d woken me up. There was a slight pause then the banging continued.
The longer it went on, the more irritated I became. Fuck me, this guy had some serious stamina. The poor girl must be exhausted. Although, judging by the wails and screams, she was having orgasms left, right, and bloody center. At least I hoped she was. If she was faking it, she must be sore as fuck by now.
I tried to focus on something else, but it was useless. The more I listened to the enthusiastic sex noises from next door, the more I got turned on. It had been months since I’d had sex with Brody. I hadn’t exactly abstained from self-pleasure in the interim, but not for a while. Now my body was reminding me it needed a release.
For a moment, I was tempted to slip my fingers between my thighs and relieve the pressure, but then I sighed. It wasn’t as if I would be able to go back to sleep again. Since I was awake, I may as well start my day a bit earlier. All in the name of productivity.
I rolled off the bed and hunted around for my running kit. In less than 10 minutes I had scraped my hair into a ponytail and laced my running shoes. My vision was a bit blurry because I hated running in glasses and couldn’t be bothered to put my contacts in, but it was dark still, so it didn’t matter all that much.
Just as I stepped out of my room, my neighbor’s door opened and a tall guy with messy blond hair appeared. His shorts hung low on his hips, revealing a delicious V of muscle. Fuck me, the guy was hot. My libido kicked back up a gear and I debated skipping the run in favor of some self-gratification, but the way he smirked at me, an arrogant lion preening in front of a pride of besotted lionesses, was like a bucket of icy water.
“Do I need to call paramedics?” I asked snarkily.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“From all the screaming, I’m wondering if you killed her,” I continued.
He laughed, not at all embarrassed. “Nah, she’s asleep now. I wore her out but she’s 100% satisfied.”
The smug expression on his face made me want to punch him.
“Are you sure? It sounded like she was faking it to me.”
He scowled. “Trust me, sweetheart, she wasn’t faking it.”
“Hmm. In my experience, guys have no clue what or where a clit is, let alone how to give a girl an orgasm,” I scoffed before turning away. I’d had enough of this conversation. The guy was an arrogant douche.
