VANESSA SUMMERS

Yep… They’re fucking.

They’re definitely fucking…

Cole’s apartment wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. His roommate, Mark wore a flannel shirt and had the face of a football player. He was good looking if you looked at him well enough.

Zoey had vanished inside with Cole’s hands going around her body lustfully. I swear I could almost hear her moans through the wall.

“I’ve heard so much about you from Zoey. She’s always talking about you.” Mark said awkwardly.

As much as I found it hard to believe, I responded by thanking him which only helped to prolong the awkwardness.

He tried to make small...