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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

My biological parents were nothing more than selfish, vile creatures.


I lived in constant fear, day and night, terrified of being sent back to them and falling into an inescapable pit.


Until my dying day, I remained unaware that someone had harbored secret affections for me for such a long time.


Thankfully, the events of the dream will never come to pass. I didn't reach the point of desperation where I foolishly attempted to use my body to keep Zack with me.


"There was never anything romantic between Zack and myself."


"Lola." Simon gently held my face and bent down to kiss me.


I grasped his sleeves firmly, my fingers clenching and relaxing, "Simon..."


His kisses left me breathless. My knees weakened, and I could only cling tightly to his waist for support.


Simon's lips trailed down to my neck, "Lola, these things don't matter to me."


"But hearing you say this still brings me great joy."


"You see, men can be a bit possessive in this area."


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