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almost to my room, and grin before turning to look at her from across the apartment.
    “You ok?” A smirk comes across my mouth as her large, beautifully bright eyes find mine.
    “Oh yeah. I um…I was gonna watch a movie. I hope it doesn’t bother you. I’m kind of a night owl.” She shrugs and slips her shoes off before heading to the couch. I watch her silently, enjoying the show of her ass while she looks around the room for the remote. It’s sitting on the table right next to me, but I like watching her bend and reach, looking in all the wrong places. It gives me a fan-fucking-tastic view of that ass in those shorts.
    “Not at all,” I mutter as she bends to look under the couch. A low growl escapes me and I’m glad she’s all the way across the room. Good god the things I want to do to her.
    “Great,” she huffs as she stands and looks at me. “Have you seen the remote?”
    I grin and reach to grab it, holding it up while I smirk at her expression.
    “I was enjoying watching you way too much,” I say, tossing her the remote and winking. “Night, Harper.”
    She catches the remote with a stunned look on her face. Right before I close the bedroom door, I hear her behind me.
    “You don’t want to stay up and watch one with me?”

 
     

     
     
     
    I’m not certain why I’m acting so clingy around him. Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t like being alone at times, or that he’s just that good of company. It’s definitely not the fact that he’s beautiful and I can’t stop thinking what he looks like sans clothing.
    Not at all.
    Whatever the case, I’m standing here in the living room, pointing the remote at the TV but looking down the hall as he stops in his doorway. With his hand still on his bedroom handle, he turns his head and smiles at me.
    Goddamn he’s sexy.
    Each time he’s smirked, smiled, or winked at me tonight my panties have gotten just a little bit wetter for him. Right now, with the grin on his face, it’s like he can read my fucking mind.
    I’m not even certain how, though, because I’m not entirely certain what I’m thinking at this very moment. I want to be thinking about jumping him and fucking him senseless…but he’s my roommate.
    I shouldn’t do that.
    But I really fucking want to.
    No. Right now I’m supposed to be thinking about what movie I’m going to be watching while he sleeps two rooms over.
    That is, until I invited him to watch it with me.
    “What are you watching?” He asks, his handle still on the doorknob.
    Fuck.
    “Um, I haven’t decided yet.” I start flipping through Netflix to find something worth my while. “You can pick if you want to.” I shrug and stop scrolling, holding out the remote to him. He looks at it then looks back at me.
    His eyes are so dark, his expression so tense. He’s so damn beautiful. After a moment of contemplation, he nods.
    “Yeah, sure. Let me get changed.” He smiles and walks into his room, clicking the door shut behind him.
    He comes back out after a short five minutes, changed into sweats and a t-shirt. This shirt is much looser than the one he had on before and I notice what looks like a tattoo on his back shoulder when he sits down.
    Way too close to me. Holy hell he smells delicious.
    “Here,” I say, shoving the remote at him.
    He chuckles and takes it, comfortably starting to look at what Netflix has to offer.
    “Close your eyes,” he says, and when I look over at him he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, do it.” He nudges me.
    “But why?” I can’t help but smile back at him. It’s damn infectious.
    “I’m a dude. I don’t pick chick flicks; I pick damn good movies. So close your eyes so you don’t have any pre-conceived notions about the type of movie I’m going to pick.” He stares at me until I finally cave and close my eyes.
    “Hands too. I don’t trust you.”
    “What?” I snap open my eyes and see his grinning face and instinctively squeeze my thighs together to try to