The Next Roommate
It was Dane's hanging jaw, raised eyebrows and widened eyes—a look of complete surprise, disbelief, and that smidgen of betrayal—that made Fig howl once again with laughter. His belly hurt that he could barely get out the line he had prepared for this exact moment he foresaw. He was supposed to look disappointed and say with a sigh while acting all cool-like, “Ah, just when things were about to get good,” implying that something was supposed to go down. However, all that came out was, “Just… things… good...” in between fits of laughter. Very uncool and out of script. Dane stood there, now even more confused. Who could blame him when Louie stood at the back with his face looking all flustered, while Fig was shirtless and laughing his ass off? “D-don’t tell me that you two are—” he pointed
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