Big Roomie by Penny Wylder (young adult books to read TXT) 📗

that I just lost my virginity to someone I barely know. I’m not ready for my friends to know what happened or deal with their reactions.

“It’s probably better that you go. My friends will give me so much shit if they find out.”

He grins at me and stands up to pull his clothes on. “Looks like now we have a secret of our own.”

I just wonder how long it will stay that way.

He kisses me softly and walks out the door, shutting it behind him. I feel the emptiness of his absence and there’s a subtle fear of never seeing him again. God, I’m in trouble.

6

Channa

I’m up before everyone else in the morning. After Kain left my room I barely slept a wink. All I could do was toss and turn and think about every detail of our night together, then get turned on all over again. I still can’t believe I lost my virginity to someone who is practically a stranger. And yet I wouldn’t change anything. Sex with Kain was absolutely perfect. I never imagined it could feel that good. Not just physically, either. Everything about our encounter was magic, and all I can think about is doing it again. I’m afraid I might be addicted to him.

I decide to make breakfast for everyone and try to get my mind off of Kain and his incredible body and huge dick and the way he made my head spin as I came—okay, maybe getting him off my mind won’t be as easy as I thought, but it’s worth a try.

Pancakes with fresh fruit and whipped cream, sausage links, scrambled eggs and orange juice. I hear bodies start to stir as the smell of food makes its way down the halls and up the stairs.

Lillian is the first to stumble in. She looks like she spent the night rubbing balloons on her head. Her hair sticks up in a million different directions, her makeup is smeared across her face, and there’s a big red splotch on her cheek where she slept without moving the whole night.

“You look rough,” I tease. I wait for her to tease me back about the sounds coming from my room last night. Instead, she just grumbles and plops down on a chair.

“Is there coffee?” she asks, her voice deep with exhaustion.

“It’s brewing as we speak.”

Deb is the next to roll in. She’s wearing her boyfriend’s robe that she brought with her, two sizes too big. She doesn’t look as worse for wear are Lillian, but she doesn’t look great. Her red curls are up in a messy bun and her pale skin is practically white which makes her freckles stand out even more.

“I feel like death,” she announces when she comes into the room.

I pour them each a cup of coffee and wait. Neither mentions anything about the screaming or moans of pleasure and so I finally let myself relax.

“You guys need to get some food in your bellies,” I tell them.

I make them each a plate of food with two ibuprofens on the side and a bottle of water.

“I’ll eat,” Lillian says, “but don’t be offended if I puke it up later.”

“Same,” Deb agrees.

“No offense taken.”

Kain walks into the room, freshly showered and looking incredible in a black hoodie and faded jeans. Everything in me wants to jump into his arms and pick up where we left off last night. I’m ready for round two, three, four, five …

I look away from him, feeling embarrassed. This guy has seen me naked in all different kinds of positions, and the way he’s looking at me right now with his little smirk and raised eyebrows makes me wonder if he’s thinking about it.

“Smells delicious,” he says. He walks past me and slyly leans in and says, “The food does too.”

I feel my cheeks heat up. I’m always flushed when he’s around. “Grab a plate.”

We sit down and eat. The girls complain about their hangovers and not being able to remember a thing that happened last night. Thank God!

“Do you guys want to go shopping with me today? Doesn’t look like the airport is going to find my luggage anytime soon, and I can’t keep wearing Lillian’s yoga pants.”

“That’s too bad,” Kain says.

Luckily my friends are too busy wallowing in their own misery to have heard him.

“I’m not leaving my bed today,” Lillian says. “It’s a good thing this place has cable.”

“Sorry, Chan. Just the thought of being awake today makes me want to cry,” Deb says.

I’m disappointed, but I understand. Still, the thought of wandering around alone, trying to find the best shops in a foreign city, is stressful.

“I’ll go with you,” Kain says casually as he stuffs his mouth with a bite of pancake and smiles. He chews and swallows while I have a mini panic attack inside. Me, going shopping with Kain? I’m thrilled, of course, but also scared. It’s not like we’ve ever really talked. What if we have nothing to say to each other?

“I know this city like the back of my hand,” he adds when I hesitate.

Lillian points at me with her fork. “That’s a good idea. I will feel so much better if you’re with someone. The thought of you out there trying to navigate a city alone is kind of scary.”

“I agree,” Deb says. “You could barely find your way around the campus freshman year.”

I glare at her. She shrugs. “It’s true.”

She’s not wrong. I’m slightly directionally challenged.

“Yeah, okay.” My hands start to sweat. I can’t believe I’m going to be spending an entire day alone with Kain.

We decide to take the Tube instead of a taxi. It’s a mile walk to the station, but the day is beautiful, albeit chilly as most days seem to be here. There’s a slightly awkward silence at first until Kain starts to speak.

“I heard you and your friends talking about London being your dream vacation. Why London of all the places in the world?” he asks.

“My mom used to