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When Zack Reed declared his feelings for the attractive new student, everyone expected me to have an emotional outburst and create a commotion. However, I was nowhere to be seen, even after his confession was complete.
Unbeknownst to Zack, I was actually in his roommate's room, wearing his hoodie and asking with exasperation:
"I've soaked your bed. Where will you sleep tonight?"
Simon Yates looked away, his throat moving visibly as he passed me a towel.
"Dry your hair first. I'll replace the bedding before you rest."
Zack was planning to reveal his feelings to that pretty transfer student.
He had instructed everyone to keep it from me. But he was unaware that some gossipy individuals couldn't resist and had already informed me.
It was common knowledge that I had feelings for Zack and imagined a future with him.
This time, it seemed Zack was completely smitten with that girl.
People anticipated that I would become hysterical, weep, and create a spectacle.
Everyone enjoys witnessing such romantic drama unfold.
They were all anticipating my meltdown and rush to disrupt the situation.
However, to their disappointment, even after Zack's successful confession, I hadn't appeared.
The crowd of spectators, three rows deep, began to lose enthusiasm.
Even Zack's expression lacked much happiness.
He embraced his new girlfriend and checked his phone.
There were no incoming calls or texts.

My Ex's Confession Backfired, I'm in His Roommate's Bed

His temperature climbed steadily, his skin feverish to the touch, as though his veins were filled with liquid fire.


The bump in his throat moved dramatically, the blood vessel on his neck pulsing visibly in an alluring way.


I shifted my head, my delicate mouth grazing the prominent vein.


Eventually reaching his throat, I nipped it gently.


Also reminiscent of a long-dormant volcano finally unleashing its power.


In a flash, Simon flipped our positions, pinning me to the mattress.


His kisses were intense, deep and passionate.


I felt like I might be overwhelmed by his fervor.


He repeated my name endlessly, without tiring.


Just before the final moment, he kissed me tenderly once more, saying, "If it's painful, you can bite me."


I shut my eyes and murmured a soft "Mm" in agreement.


My fingernails raked his back as I sank my teeth into his shoulder.


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