God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I slammed the apartment door behind me a little too hard, the sound echoing down the narrow hallway like a confession I wasn’t ready to make. The place was quiet, the kind of late-night silence that pressed against your skin and made every heartbeat feel too loud. I’d stayed out until almost 2 a.m., wandering campus, hitting the dingy 24-hour gym just to exhaust myself, anything to avoid coming back here. Anything to avoid him.

Maxton.

My straight roommate. The one who had no fucking clue that every time he walked around our shared room in nothing but those tight black boxer...