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“If they find out, they’ll stop paying my rent.” I try to hide the fear in my voice.
Whenever I’ve spoken to my parents, I’ve skirted around the topic of Dean being my roommate. My parents knew of Dean because his twin sister is my best friend and previous roommate. Dean’s always hung out with us when he can, in between all his extra-curricular activities, but not once did I tell them that Dean took Denise’s place when she moved in with her boyfriend.
When we were talking tonight, they surprised me with the news that they were coming to visit after giving me a hard time about never coming home. At that moment, I wasn’t thinking and told them that Dean was my boyfriend and that we lived together. I didn’t think any further than that.
They remembered that I had a two bedroom and asked if I had any roommates. I came up with another lie and said that my roommate just moved out.
Ugh, I need to write down all these lies to keep the stories straight.
So here I am, standing in the middle of my even smaller bedroom thanks to Dean’s bed like a statue just staring at him.
“You alright?” he asks.
“This is going to blow up in my face, isn’t it?” I ask.
“We’ll do whatever we can to not let that happen. I’ll play along. We’ll make your parents think that we’re in love and then they’ll be none the wiser when you eventually tell them that we’ve broken up.” He shrugs.
“My mother may have already started planning our wedding.” I wince.
“I want a gravy boat, make sure you tell her that.” He winks.
How can he be so easy going with all this? Sure, he had a minor freak-out when I first told him about all this, but now he’s taking everything with ease?
“Oh my God!” My hand flies to cover my mouth. I look to Dean and he’s looking at me, waiting for me to speak. “We’re going to have to sleep in the same bed and be affectionate with one another.”
He nods. “You may have mentioned that already.”
I swallow a lump. And take several deep breaths.
“Starting tonight,” he tells me.
“Wait, what?” my voice squeals.
“Listen, my bed is now in your room. So, that means either we’re shacking up in the same space starting tonight, or if you would rather, you can go into my room and stay in your bed.” He has a wicked smile on his face as he knows that I’m backed into a corner.
I’m nervous.
Dean is just a friend.
Albeit, a gorgeous specimen of the male species, he is still just a friend. Sure, a friend that I’ve dreamed about occasionally, a friend who I had a moment of pure lust for when we first met. But he remains just a friend. His sister put a squash to any feelings that I could have had for him without knowing that she was doing so.
Besides, he’s not my type. My type is tall, broad shoulders, firm jaw, short brown hair, steel eyes, and tattoos with a lean body.
Well crap! I just described Dean.
I look over at him.
We’ve been friends for a few years now.
When I first met his sister, he tagged along sometimes when he had a relaxed schedule and I may or may not have crushed on him a little.
But I couldn’t be still crushing on him today. Can I?
I shake my head. No, we’re roommates and roommates are platonic.
I look over to Dean. He’s smiling, his arms are crossed as he leans his hip against my dresser, showcasing the sleeve of colorful art on his right arm as they’re pressed against his massive chest.
What were we talking about again?
