Chapter 1: Introduction
I was moving my stuff into the new place I'd be sharing with my new roommate—a big, sleek blond Adonis, of all people.
The building transformed into an imposing tower at night, the city's dazzling lights and its ceaseless hum forming a striking contrast with the quietude of the apartment's dimly lit interior. I tried to ignore my nerves as I negotiated the seemingly never-ending hallways, with their worn-out carpets and twisted strips of peeling paint in muted shades of blue and gray.
It struck me then how utterly different our two worlds would be now, the hulking figure and the runt, occupying the same space.
The entrance to the apartment was ajar, and I cautiously stepped inside.
"Hey, you must be Avery—my new roommate!" boomed a resonant voice. The physique attached to the voice turned from inspecting the refrigerator, revealing a face resembling some Greek god's.
"Oh, yeah, hi," I managed to mutter, attempting to catch my breath.
His presence filled the modest apartment, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.
"Well, I'm Will, nice to meet you," He extended an arm so large it could easily envelope me in a friendly gesture. His imposing frame was undeniably intimidating, as he generously stood a head taller, as if a Classical statue had come to life.
"Right," I murmured as I trundled towards my small corner of the abode. My eyes kept subconsciously wandering to the unmistakable bulge at the front of his jeans.
Unconsciously, I pondered if it was as colossal as it appeared through layers of fabric. This drew me into a maelstrom of envy, imagining situations where my roommate's impressive feature would nestle between a starry-eyed woman's thighs. At the same time, the warmth settled in my stomach, coursing electricity right through me.
The two of us maneuvered around the apartment layout. I could still hear the ghosts of his many romantic exploits echoing through thin walls.
Each creak of the bedframe hinted at the tantalizing secrets shared by this well-built stranger who had inadvertently become my flatmate.
"Hey, Avery, right?" I heard a sudden voice behind me. It was Will, emerging from his bedroom, tugging on a worn-out T-shirt. The soft fabric did nothing to conceal the enormity lurking underneath. I nearly choked on my own saliva.
"Yeah, it's me," I stammered, recovering from my momentary diversion.
He stood there with such a confident air, undeniably at ease with himself as he regarded me. It made me wonder if he was privy to the internal battle that waged a fierce war in my heart—envy, desire, and insecurity, making it impossible to choose a victor.
"There's this party later tonight, just around the corner. You wanna swing by? It could be a great way for us to get to know each other better," Will suggested brightly, seemingly unaware of the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.
Maybe he didn't notice the way I'd stared at his crotch earlier? Or perhaps the divide between us was as colossal in his eyes as it now felt in mine.
Nodding eagerly, I mustered what composure I had left, belying the tempest inside me. "Sure, that sounds like a plan!" The words croaked out hesitantly. Maybe I could utilize this opportunity to step out of my comfort zone. After all, what was life if we didn't challenge ourselves?