4 ~ Deprived of Rounds of s*x.
BRYAN’s POV
Something about his answer didn't sound right, but I just couldn't pinpoint it.
“Since when did you start helping me with my sheets?” I asked, stunned.
He shook his head, turning his gaze from me as if trying to avoid eye contact.
“Can't I be a good roommate to you?” He said, his voice sounding cracked as he finished.
I hummed slowly, it's not like he did anything bad so there was no need to be so interrogatory. But the way Andrade fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt as he wore it, and an unsteady breath from him had me curious.
“Why are you–”
“I'll talk to you later. I'm late for class,” He cut me off, scurrying out of the room with an opened bag pack.
I shrugged, concluding that he must have been late for class. I'm glad I can't r
