RAYMOND’S POV
Sunday Morning – 5:00 A.M.
The sound of moaning—again—jerked me out of my sleep. I rolled onto my back, groaned, and glared up at the ceiling.
“Man... this guy.”
William, my roommate, was at it again. His latest overnight guest was working overtime, and Will, being Will, made zero effort to be quiet. This was the third girl this week, and it was barely Sunday.
We need rules. Either the rooms get soundproofed, or there needs to be a house code. No 5 A.M. s*x Olympics under the same roof—especially once classes start. My wolf was chuckling in the back of my head like this was premium entertainment.
“Yeah, real funny,” I muttered, dragging myself to the shower to try and calm the hell down.
After rinsing off the frustration, I pulled on some running shorts, a tank top, an
