Whoopsies

The knock on the door made Melanie frown as she turned away from the disaster that was now her bedroom floor—clothes scattered in every direction like a storm had torn through her wardrobe. She hated, hated, hated organizing. The mere thought of it made her want to sink onto her bed and pretend the mess didn't exist. She knew that once everything was sorted, she'd feel better, but right now? She had no idea where to even begin. And to make matters worse, Adam had decided to show up and bother her.

Of course, she didn't need to wonder who was knocking. It had to be him—her one and only pain-in-the-neck roommate. She scowled at the door. Nope. He could knock all he wanted; she wasn't opening it. Not until—

Her thoughts were cut off as the door creaked open, slow and deliberate, making her spin around in disbelief. A grinning head peeked in, followed by the rest of him, completely unfazed by her glare.