Harper possessed a rare talent - she could blend two worlds that the universe swore could never coexist: her humdrum life as an accountant by day with her steamy famous alter ego crafting erotic tales online by night.
But her double life unravels...
❝I'm enamored with you, can't even think straight I've been hooked on you since before the first date (You can count on me baby, so let my arms be your safety)❞
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"I think we should all go see The Hole."
I handed Aryan the cup of tea I'd made specially for him as he sat on the kitchen counter, watching me with as much adoration in his puppy-dog eyes that he'd had since day one of primary school.
"Thanks, A," he said softly in his usual mild-mannered way. I ruffled his hair out of habit. It was good seeing him, as much of a surprise as it was. Not just for me, it would seem.
"Um, hello?" EJ piped up, extra dramatic than his usual self. He was seated on the other side of the kitchen island, clearly not liking being ignored. "Did you hear what I said about The Hole?"
Finally turning to him, I shot him a skeptical look.
"Please tell me that's not the latest euphemism in your Evan-sized gay dictionary."
"Baby cuz, you wound me," he chuckled. "But no. The Hole is a legitimate art gallery on the Lower East Side. I'm talking culture here, not innuendos."
Aryan took a quiet sip out of his tea, looking between us over the rim with an amused glint in his dark eyes. His bags were still scattered on the couch with sleeping arrangements up in the air. It would have to wait till Harper came back.
After all, it might be a little presumptuous of me to offer Aryan up her room and have her bunk up with me without her verbal consent. Although, judging by the way my lips still buzzed as a remainder of last night's events, something told me she might not consider that a problem.
After Harper left with Robin for their mysterious little 'meeting', EJ had taken ever opportunity to tease me about what he'd walked in on. When I told him nothing had happened, he told me to tell that to my dick and then had proceeded to point at half-mast Aiden Jr.
Was it my fault that the mere memory of kissing my roommate was getting me reasonably excited?
We hadn't had a chance to even discuss it or what it meant for us. I tried not to mull over it for long, refocusing my attention on Aryan. Fortunately, EJ was taking total charge of that.
"Aryan, how long are you here for?"
"Um," Aryan hummed, looking at me again. "A couple days, maybe. My supervisor let me off early for Thanksgiving break. I thought I'd come spend a couple days here before heading...home."
"Do you have to?"
My hardened tone came as no surprise to either of them. EJ's hands curled into fists and Aryan quietly put his tea cup down.
"They're my family, A."
"Real family wouldn't disown you for being true to who you are," I snapped.
