PLAYING BY THE RULES 2

      Faith went into the apartment, the living room was dark, she turned on the lights, grateful that her roommate wasn't in there to see her face. She had cried all the way back to the apartment, she had seen Noah's post on Instagram, he had posted with the other woman. They looked happy together. She was the one loosing out. 

        Noah was happy. He was leading a happy life with his new girlfriend and she was the only one hurting, dreaming about him and wishing they could get back together. She had brought drinks on her way back drink to away her sorrow. She was the looser, she was the one that was dumped, she is the heartbroken one, even though she had done nothing wrong and she is stuck with a strange man as a roommate! What more does life have to toss her way? 

      She sat down on the couch and removed her shoes, massaged her legs and contemplated peeling off her stockings, but it was cold so she decided against it. She was a bit tipsy, but sober enough to remember what she had done tonight. She carried the paper bags where the drinks were and headed to the kitchen. She didn't have a fridge yet, so she was going to make do with her roommate's. She turned on the kitchen lights and wondered why he was always turning off the lights when he knew she was not yet home. 

      She pushed the bottles into the fridge, closed the door and started towards the bedroom. The bedroom was dark as usual, she went in, not caring to turn on the lights, she used her phone flashing and pointed at the bed, it was empty. She started towards the bed. 

        "Don't you think you're breaking the rules?" a deep male voice asked. 

       "Oh, shit!" she jumped and turned on the lights.  

      Ethan was by the closet, sitting on a chair, barechest and a maroon pajamas pant. 

        "Why are you sitting in the dark?!" she asked after recovering. 

         "Because, I want to sit in the dark." 

        "You scared the hell out of me!" 

        "Why? Did you forget you had a roommate?" 

      She rolled her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes lingered on his broad chest, with hairs that made it look even more sexy, he folded his arms across his chest and she couldn't help but notice his muscles contracting and constricting and she quickly looked away. 

      "Could you...could you put on a shirt?" she said still looking away from him. 

       "Why?" he asked standing from the short closet stool. "Are you afraid? Afraid that you would jump on me?" 

      She turned to look at him. "Don't flatter yourself," she scoffed. 

       "Really? Am I?" he asked, stalking closely, his pale green eyes gleamed and his lips twitched in that evil smirk. 

    She was suddenly stuck there, she couldn't will herself to step back or leave, she watched him as he came closer and closer, until there was only a tiny space left between them. She could smell his scent, they were the first thing she had liked about him. She felt her breath coming out heavily and she couldn't even control her pounding heart. 

        "am I really flattering myself, Miss Prescott?" 

       She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, gathering all her will power to resist him. He was hot, which was true, but she was going to keep it strictly formal between them. 

       "Why are you so close to me right now?" she asked, but her voice came out in a hushed whisper.