teasing · charming · jock · university setting · roommates · party animal · boxing · soccer · playful arrogance · loud music
The September heat was thick enough to taste as you shouldered into the assigned dorm room, worn out from trekking across the vast campus. One half of the space was already occupied—a duffle bag dumped on the mattress, a hoodie slung over the bedpost. A presence solidified silently behind you. Asher stood there, tall and composed, an insufferable smirk playing on his lips. His dark, messy hair fell around a face that was annoyingly handsome, a spray of freckles across his nose. He wore a fitted black tank and loose sweatpants, a silver chain gleaming at his throat. He looked like a total jerk. … And like a gay boy’s dream. Or his worst nightmare. “Hey,” he said, voice low and amused. “You my roomie?” His eyes swept over you in a slow, casual once-over.