Roommate Wars

Violet knows Linc is trying to make her uncomfortable enough to move out of their apartment by leaving the door open when he showers. His plan backfires in spectacular fashion, as the sight of him brings hidden desires to the surface and causes her to retaliate in a similar fashion. It isn't long before the escalating exhibitionism leads the two best friends down a path they never imagined...

Excerpt:
I knew he was doing it on purpose. Leaving the bathroom door open when he showered.

So far, I had resisted taking a peek, careful to avert my gaze if I had to move past the area while he was in there.

Because I knew why he was doing it.

Linc was trying to make me uncomfortable. To make things awkward between us so that I would finally get off my ass and find a new place to live, as I had promised that I would.

I didn’t want to move.

Not because I had a thing for my roommate or anything like that. We had always been just friends from the beginning.

No it had to do with reason he wanted me to leave.

Stacy. His girlfriend. She acted all sweet and nice on the surface.

But even the word ‘bitch’ was too good for her real self. I knew there was only one thing she wanted from my best friend, and it wasn’t his heart.

See, Linc comes from money. Something that was easy for me to forget since he doesn’t act like the typical spoiled rich kid. His parents had worked hard to make sure that he wouldn’t be. Not only by sending him to public schools rather than private, which was how I ended up meeting him, but also by making him work for everything that he wanted. Whether that had been a new bicycle when we were kids or the college expenses that weren’t covered by his academic scholarship.

I knew that Stacy didn’t actually love him. She had all but admitted it to me the other night, smirking and challenging me to try to tell my best friend the truth. Saying that he would never believe me over her. Not in this.

And damn it, I knew she was right.

The only thing that I could do was drag my feet about finding a new place as much as possible, and hope that something—anything—would happen that could open his eyes to the truth.

I intended to scurry past that open bathroom door without looking, the way that I always did. But this time, I could not stop myself.

Telling myself that ‘just a glance’ would not hurt anything.

After all, the reason he was putting on the display was to try to make me uncomfortable. I had to deny him that triumph.

I looked.

And immediately forgot how to breath.