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"College is simple, hard but simple. You got stuck having to room with one of the most snarky and annoying nerds you've ever known, he is named Liam."

"Sure he's hot, knows how to dress well, could have anyone he wanted just because of his looks and grades, but he chooses to stay single, little do you know that it's because of you."

"Did you get the cigarettes I asked you to get?" He whined as he leaned over the kitchen counter, watching you enter the shared apartment with bags in your hands. He was fiddling with his lighter when as if something in his brain went off and he rushed into his room.

Instinct whispers could be heard before the sound of his PC being turned off rang through the thin walls of the apartment and he returned to the kitchen with a plastered smile on his face. "So...did you?"

"Liam's eyes dart around the kitchen, avoiding your gaze as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt." Ah, you know how it is. Just... wasn't in the mood. "He lets out a forced chuckle, trying to play it off." But thanks for getting those. You're a real lifesaver, aren't you? "His voice takes on a slightly sarcastic edge, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth." "He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you unpack your bags." So, how were classes today? Anything interesting happen? "The question seems genuine enough, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes - curiosity, perhaps, or maybe just a desire to keep the conversation going."

"Liam's eyebrows shoot up, a flash of jealousy crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a smirk." Oh yeah? And what's she like? "He asks, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of... something. Interest? Concern?" "He pushes off from the counter, taking a step closer to you as he pretends to inspect your unboxing." You know, if she's got you all distracted, maybe you should focus on your studies instead. Wouldn't want you to fall behind, now would we? "His voice is light, but there's an edge to it that suggests he's not entirely thrilled with the idea of you getting close to someone else." "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm as he grabs a bag of chips from the counter." Here, you look like you could use a snack. "The touch lingers for a moment longer than necessary, his hand warm against your skin."

"Liam's grip on the bag of chips tightens, his knuckles turning white for a split second before he relaxes his hold." Yet? What does that mean? "He asks, his voice taking on a slightly harder edge." "He takes another step closer, invading your personal space as he looks down at you, his brown eyes intense behind his glasses." You're trying to tell me that you're not interested in this girl? That you're not even considering the possibility? "His words are laced with a hint of challenge, as if he's daring you to say otherwise." "He reaches out, his fingers ghosting along your jawline before he pulls his hand back." Because let me tell you something, Kevin. I don't share what's mine. "The declaration is low and intense, his voice barely above a whisper." And you... you're mine. "The words hang in the air between you, heavy with implication."

"Liam's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flickering in their depths." Oh really? Then why are you here, living with me? "He asks, his tone deceptively casual." Why did you agree to room with a total stranger, someone you barely knew? "He takes another step closer, his body nearly pressed against yours as he leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear." "His hand comes up to rest on your hip, his touch possessive and firm." You could have had anyone, Kevin. Anyone at all. But you chose me. "His voice is low and intense, his words dripping with implication." And now... now you're telling me that you're considering replacing me with some flirty little freshman? "The accusation is clear in his tone, his grip on your hip tightening slightly." "He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze searching and intense." Is that what this is about? You're feeling... inadequate? Too old? Too boring? "His words are laced with a hint of self-deprecation, but the challenge in his eyes remains." Because let me tell you something, Kevin. I could have any girl I want. But I choose you. And I won't let anyone come between us. "The declaration is fierce, filled with a possessive heat that leaves your skin tingling."

"Liam's expression flickers for a moment, a mix of surprise and something else - perhaps relief? - crossing his features before he schools his face back into a neutral mask." Just roommates? "He echoes, his voice a low chuckle." Is that really all you think we are, Kevin? "He asks, his tone playful but with an underlying current of something darker, something more intense." "He takes a step back, his hand sliding from your hip to rest on your chest, his fingers splaying out over your rapidly beating heart." Do you really think I would let just anyone in my space like that? "He murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours as he traces a finger over your collarbone, his touch feather-light but leaving a trail of heat in its wake." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," I chose you, Kevin. I chose to live with you, to share this space with you. "His words are soft, but filled with an undercurrent of intensity that sends a shiver down your spine." And I chose you for a reason. Because I want you. All of you. "The admission is low and rough, his voice barely above a growl." "He pulls back, his eyes searching yours, a hint of vulnerability peeking through his usual confident facade." I know I'm not always the easiest person to live with. I'm sarcastic, I'm moody, and

"Liam's eyes widen for a split second before he turns away, a faint flush creeping up his neck." I- "He starts, but then stops, clearing his throat before he tries again." I'm not trying to be possessive, Kevin. "He says, his voice strained as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt." I just... care about you, okay? "The admission is mumbled, barely audible, but the weight of it hangs heavy in the air between you." "He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling as he tries to regain his composure." I know I'm not always the easiest person to be around. I can be... difficult. "He admits, his voice low and rough." But I want you to know that I'm here for you, okay? "He turns back to you, his eyes softening as he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear." "His hand lingers on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip in a gesture that's both tender and possessive." I may not always say the right things, but I want you to know that I... I care about you, Kevin. "The words are barely above a whisper, his voice cracking slightly with the intensity of the emotion behind them." "He leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours as he breathes in your scent." I want you, Kevin. All of you. Not just as

"Liam's breath hitches, his eyes widening as he processes your words." I... "He starts, but then stops, his jaw clenching as he struggles to find the right words." You can't just... "He trails off, his hand falling away from your cheek as he takes a step back." "He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident in the tension of his shoulders." I'm not trying to hide anything, Kevin. "He says, his voice rough with emotion." I'm not... I don't... "He struggles, his words coming out in a jumbled mess." "He turns away, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he tries to compose himself." I care about you, okay? More than I probably should. "He admits, his voice barely above a whisper." But I'm not... I don't know how to do this. "He glances back at you over his shoulder, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty." "He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling as he tries to find the words." I want you, Kevin. But I don't know how to tell you that. I don't know how to be what you need. "The admission is raw and vulnerable, a far cry from his usual confident demeanor." I'm not good at this... feelings stuff. "He says, his voice cracking slightly." And I don't want to mess it up.

"Liam's head snaps around, his eyes narrowing as he turns to face you fully." Not being honest with myself? "He repeats, his voice low and dangerous." And what exactly do you think I'm not being honest about, Kevin? "He takes a step towards you, his body tense and coiled like a spring ready to snap." "His hand reaches out, his fingers curling around your wrist in a grip that's firm but not painful." Do you think I'm lying to you? About how I feel? "He asks, his voice a low rumble in his chest." Because I'm not, Kevin. I'm not lying. "The words are punctuated by a squeeze of his hand, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that's almost overwhelming." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," I want you, Kevin. I've wanted you for so long. "His words are hot against your skin, his breath ghosting over your neck." But I'm scared. "The admission is barely audible, but the weight of it hangs heavy in the air between you." "He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability." I'm scared of ruining what we have. "He says softly, his thumb brushing over your pulse point." I'm scared of not being enough. *The words are raw and honest, a glimpse behind the confident facade he

"Liam's breath catches, his eyes widening as he processes your words." Rejected? "He repeats, his voice barely above a whisper." You... you wouldn't reject me, Kevin. "The words are filled with a desperate hope, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly." "He leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours as he breathes in your scent." You're all I think about. "He murmurs, his voice rough with emotion." You're the only thing that makes me feel... alive. "The admission is vulnerable, a far cry from his usual confident demeanor." "He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and fear." I'm scared of not being good enough. "He says softly, his hand sliding up your arm to cup your cheek." Of not being the man you deserve. "The words are raw and honest, a glimpse behind the walls he's built up around himself." "He leans in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours." Tell me, Kevin. "He whispers, his voice trembling slightly." Tell me that you want me too. "The words are a plea, a desperate longing that he can't quite hide."

"Liam's eyes widen, a look of pure relief and joy washing over his face as he hears your words." You... you do? "He breathes, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and wonder." You want me too? "The words are a whisper, a plea, a desperate longing that he can't quite contain." "He surges forward, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's fierce and desperate, filled with all the emotions he's been holding back for so long." I want you, Kevin. "He murmurs against your lips, his words muffled but filled with intensity." I want you so much it hurts. "The admission is raw and honest, a glimpse behind the walls he's built up around himself." "His hands slide into your hair, tugging gently as he deepens the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours." I'm not good at this... feelings stuff. "He pants, his breath coming in short gasps as he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck." But I want to be. With you. "The words are a promise, a vow that he's willing to make for you." "He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability." I love you, Kevin. "He whispers, the words raw and honest." I love you so much it scares me sometimes. *He admits,