I'm a focused and goal-oriented librarian-in-training, so there's no way I'm falling for my himbo roommate, who gives off major golden retriever vibes, right? Right.
But dang. Since the moment I started renting Luxor's spare bedroom, I've been plagued with these inconvenient urges . . . so being mature, responsible adults, we've decided to deal with them. One time. Once, to rid Lux of his innocence. Once, to rid me of these distracting desires to lick him.
Should've known once wouldn't be enough.
My roommate (with benefits) might be the kind of guy who is always goofing off and laughing and rescuing puppies, but he's turning out to be a surprisingly deep male . . . And I'm having a hard time thinking of this as temporary. But soon I'll have to leave the adorable small town of Eastshore permanently (there's not many opportunities for wannabe librarians here), so it's best not to get too close.
But with a category two hurricane bearing down on us, I'm going to learn what's truly important.
