19 WOLFIE“We need to talk.”
Never in my life did I think those words would be directed at me from another man. But when I emerge from my bedroom early Sunday morning, that’s the first thing out of Connor’s mouth. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter with a stern frown on his face, already dressed for the day, despite the hour.
I reach inside my athletic shorts to scratch my balls and make my way toward him. I’d say the early-bird routine is out of character for him, but lately, acting strange seems to be my roommate’s new normal.
“Are we breaking up?” I smirk at my own joke, stalking past him to flip on the coffee maker.
But Connor doesn’t so much as c***k a smile. “Knock it off, dude. I’m serious.”
Damn. Normally he’s the funny guy, not me. Whatever this role-reversal s**t is, I
