Brooke’s POV

  

  

  

    I shoved the apartment door open with my shoulder, my arms heavy from lugging my gym bag after that killer session at the gym.

  

  

    My tank top clung to my skin, soaked through with sweat, and my shorts rode up a bit from all the squats and lunges.

  

  

    The place felt quiet at first, but then I caught this faint noise coming from Jake’s room down the hall.

  

  

    It was like a steady rhythm of skin on skin, mixed with these deep, ragged breaths that made my ears perk up.

  

  

    Jake had been my roommate for about six months now, always reliable with the rent, but he had...