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Mimicking the old lady without being rude, “Oh, how dare I let go of my boyfriend’s hand.”

“You’re a bitch when you’re right,” he grits, dropping my hand and shoving his own into his pocket.

“See, you’re awkward. I personally don’t care. Do whatever the hell you want and—”

My words are eaten up as his lips press firmly on mine. In complete and utter shock, I continue to stand still, frozen, eyes wide open as I try to comprehend what the hell is happening. I’m not a person who kisses with their eyes open. In fact, I don’t understand that concept at all, but when your roomie of four years is Frenching you like it’s high school, you stand there in complete surprise.

I close my eyes quickly, fearing he will open his and an awkward glance will pass between us. Too late. He slips his tongue, gently grazing mine.

> What the hell is happening!

Drew pulls away, and I leave my eyes closed, uncertain of what to do.

I can’t believe he kissed me.

What does this mean and why the hell did it feel good?

Who would have thought the former geek could kiss like that. No, don’t read any more into it. You haven’t had a boyfriend in like forever, and you just miss the touch of a man.

“You can open your eyes now,” he says in a normal voice.

“But if I do, it’ll be awkward.”

“You said you didn’t care.”

I open my eyes quickly. “Yeah! About holding hands. Not tongue wrestling.”

My cheeks flush, the embarrassment far from over. Looking straight into his eyes, I ask the burning question, “What was that?”

With a confident pose, he responds, “A kiss.”

“Well, duh… but… now?”

“Now what? We carry on, Zo. Point is, I’m not awkward. C’mon, I’ve seen you shave your pus—”

“Oh my God!” I shout loud enough that people turn to see the commotion. “Twice in one day that incident has been brought up. We were never, ever, supposed to bring that up again.”

“You brought it up first. Look, nothing will change between us. I promise you that.”

Eyeing him dubiously, I try to downplay what’s just happened. “Okay, you’re right. A kiss is nothing. But hey, nice roll of the tongue. You got the moves, dude.”

We both laugh in unison, yet inside, my body has gone into overdrive. That kiss could have sent me into an orgasmic meltdown, but as his roomie, I’m brushing it off and telling an awkward joke that I heard on the radio.

It’s cringe-worthy but anything to forget the fact my lips still taste like him.

Strawberry mixed with Drew.

Fuck.

What did we just do?

Chapter Four

Drew

Fuck.

Everything’s changed.