Episode3
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“Now, answer my question.”
“What question?” I ask, confused.
“Do you still have that pink lingerie I got you last month?”
I blink, caught off guard. “Uh… yes?”
His lips curl into a smirk. “Good. You’ll put that on, along with your collar, for me this Friday.”
My breath hitches. “You’re coming?”
“You’ve convinced me,” Adrian says.
A wide grin spreads across my face, but before I can respond, my roommate’s voice interrupts, followed by more impatient knocking.
“Rosalia! What the f**k? Did you fall in or what?”
I ignore her and quickly slip the shirt over my head.
“When I come by Friday, I expect that room to be clean. I’ll be inspecting it when I arrive,” Adrian adds.
I look up at him with a frown. “What?”
“You heard me correctly. You’re going to clean this room top to bottom and get your things in order. Then I’ll bend you over that desk and f**k that disorganized habit right out of you.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, my face burning under his sharp gaze.
“Do I sound like I’m joking?” he replies, adjusting his glasses.
My stomach twists with excitement, and before I can respond, the knocking becomes frantic.
“ROSALIA!”
“WAIT!” I snap, my patience wearing thin.
A soft chuckle escapes Adrian, and despite my annoyance, a small smile sneaks onto my face as I sweep my hair into a messy bun.
“I’ll call you later,” I say softly, focusing back on him. “Te amo, papá.”
“Yo también te amo, amor,” he replies, his expression softening.
I lean into the screen, pressing a quick kiss to the camera, and his smirk widens as he tilts his head as if to catch it.
“Friday,” he reminds me.
“Friday,” I repeat, grinning as I wave goodbye and hang up.
The second the call ends, there’s a sharp knock at the door. I roll my eyes and stomp over to open it. The moment I unlock it, Aria bursts in, brushing past me like a storm.
“What the f**k, Rosalia? I’ve been knocking for like ten years!” she snaps, turning to glare at me.
“I told you to wait! You’re so dramatic,” I shoot back, closing the door behind her.
She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Wait for what? Were you rearranging your mess of a room or something?”
I bristle at her jab. “No! I was just… busy!”
“Busy with what? Sitting in the middle of this dumpster?” Aria gestures at the pile of clothes near my bed with an exaggerated flourish, and I groan.
“It’s my space! I don’t need a lecture from you about tidying up.”
We glare at each other, but before things can escalate, Aria sighs dramatically and collapses onto her bed. The shift in her mood grabs my attention.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” I ask, my irritation fading.
Aria buries her face in her hands.
“I f****d up,” she mumbles, her voice muffled.
I blink, walking closer to her. “f****d up what?”
She groans, her hands still covering her face.
“Wait—no. He f****d up first. Then I made it worse. Ugh, I don’t even know anymore.”
I sit down beside her, completely lost. “Okay, who’s ‘he’? What are you even talking about?”
She nods, letting out another groan. “Yeah… him.”
I tilt my head, trying to piece things together. “What happened?”
She peeks at me from between her fingers, then drops her hands with a frustrated sigh.
“So, after we hooked up tonight, he decided to drop a bombshell on me.”
“A bombshell?” I echo, and Aria nods, running her fingers through her hair.
“He said he has feelings for me. Like, real feelings. He wants to be more than just… whatever we’ve been.”
I stare at her, caught completely off guard. “Wait, what? He said that? Out of nowhere?”
She nods again, her expression a mix of frustration and something else—panic, maybe.
“Yeah. He told me he wants me to be his girlfriend.”
My jaw drops slightly. “Oh… wow. And what did you say?”
She groans, slumping further into the bed. “I told him no! We agreed, Rosalia. Two years ago, we agreed this was just casual. No strings attached. And it’s worked! It’s been perfect. But now he’s all, ‘I can’t do this anymore if you don’t feel the same way.’ Like, what am I supposed to do with that?”
I frown, trying to tread carefully. “I mean… two years is a long time. Maybe his feelings changed?”
Aria sits up abruptly, her frustration spilling over. “But why does that mean we have to ruin everything? If we’ve been fine for two years, why can’t we just keep things the way they are?”
I sigh, leaning back a little. “Maybe for him, it’s not fine anymore. It sounds like he’s being honest about how he feels.”
“Honest?” she scoffs. “More like selfish. He knew what this was from the start. We both did. And now, because he caught feelings, he wants to change the rules? That’s not fair.”
I place a hand on her arm, trying to comfort her. “So what happened after he told you?”
She exhales sharply, her jaw tightening. “We argued. I told him it’s not what I want, and he said if I can’t see him as more than a ‘s*x buddy,’ then there’s no point in continuing.”
Her voice wavers slightly, and she quickly clears her throat. My heart aches for her.
“Oh, Aria…”
She shakes her head, her voice rising again. “I feel betrayed, you know? If he was starting to feel this way, why didn’t he say something sooner? Why wait until now to flip everything on me?”
I hesitate, choosing my words carefully. “Do you think… maybe you feel something for him too? Even just a little?”
Her eyes dart away, and she fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t know,” she mutters. “I’ve never thought about it like that. It was just… easy with him. No pressure, no complications. And now it’s all messy and confusing.”
I slide closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. I squeeze her gently as she leans into me with a heavy sigh, her head resting on my shoulder.
“You know, you’re the last person who should act all clueless right now,” she says, lifting her head from my shoulder, her brows furrowing.
I glance at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
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