I heard it was a great party,” he said. And it felt like a physical blow to my chest. “Too bad I missed it.” Rosie,” he said in a low, warning voice that made my stomach flop for some reason. “Take the bed.” He smiled, but it wasn’t lighthearted and fun. “Don’t make me fight you over this. Because I will.” And I imagined this, his hug, his body, him, being my safe-heaven. My normal. My bad days, my good days. My every day..."

Because it’s past midnight and you look like you’re about to pass out.” I blinked. Then, I noticed my hand shooting to my hair. Did I look— I let my hand drop. How I looked wasn’t important. One, because there wasn’t anything to do about that now. And two, because… there really wasn’t anything to do about it. “Do you have a place to stay?” for example, how was rosie spilling her biggest secret to lucas on their second meeting ever…a secret only 2 people in the entire world knew (i.e. lina and aaron) Frowning, I lowered my voice and spoke right into the phone. Did you hear that? I think he might be deranged. Wincing, I lunged for the device that rested on the kitchen island. It couldn’t have been more than three or four steps away. But my brain, which was still struggling with basic functions like, let’s say, moving three or four steps forward, miscalculated the distance, and my hip collided with a stool. And just when I thought I’d collected myself enough to say something else— hopefully marginally smart— his lips stretched. That puzzled look dissolved completely, giving way to a smile and whatever words had climbed to my mouth crumbed.I debated answering that question genuinely. Not because I didn’t want Lucas to know the truth, but because this encounter had been filled with enough dramatics, and adding my ill-fated day to it was too much. I thought about all the words I hadn’t written today. About how I’ll need to recalculate my daily goal again. Just like I had to do every day. I heard it was a great party, he said. And it felt like a physical blow to my chest. Too bad I missed it.

And now this. The break-in. After I pulled myself together enough to gather my stuff—under Mr. Brown’s careful scrutiny and still freely hanging… bits—and made it to the only place I could think of, given the circumstances, now someone was trying to force their way in. I kinda don't know where to start. Okay so: this is Lucas' story of course, and we know him from 1) cute pics of him and Taco, his doggo (who, we find out in this book during one of the sex scenes, once had diarrhea) (i promise it doesn't detract ELENA MAKES IT WORK) 2) the fact that Lina is his cousin and 3) the fact that when Rosie saw him on IG, she thought he was cute.

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Lucas didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t even try to squeeze me against his body, like he had done so many times before. And that was okay. Because right now, he was the one who needed me. So I stayed right where I was. My body hanging on the very edge of the couch as I warmed his body with mine. The American Roommate Experiment PDF Book Free You told me you wanted to give his best friend his happily ever after.” “Yes.” “You mentioned that this time around the story would be a little more… lighthearted. That it would be about him battling modern life and adjusting to how things have changed in the wilderness that is dating nowadays.” “Yes, I suppose I said that.” “So,” Lina said very slowly, so much that the two-letter word dragged for a few seconds.

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Because this man was not a random intruder, or a deranged individual that had stumbled upon my best friend’s apartment. Lucas tilted his head with what I assumed was curiosity. Probably wanting to ask why. Why the hell are you here, then? Okay, I said, squaring my shoulders and averting my eyes. This was fun. It really hadn’t been. But I think it’s time for me to go and leave you to… to it.