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shit crazy on him or scream with fear. Granted, I was quite scared to discover he was a short fused kind of guy, but he was mistaking me for one of his girls if he thought I'd be running out of here screaming at the top of my lungs. So, I did the thing I knew the best.
    I shrugged and rolled my eyes. "Next time we should buy you a punching bag."
    Eliott chuckled, shaking his head with disbelief. Steven was looking at me with what I supposed was lust. He was probably still replaying Jordan's words. And Macon gave me a one-arm hug and kissed the top of my pixie cut blonde hair.
    "I think I'm in love with your roommate, Davis," Eliott said with a laugh in his rich voice , in which a little drawl was audible. He should work for a radio station with such a voice.
    Byron punched his arm, but I saw he didn't put much strength in it. "Don't force me to beat the crap out of you, McCoy."
    "Hey, big guy, I can take care of myself," I interrupted with an angry scowl that made them all laugh. Even Macon. I punched my best friend in the stomach. He should learn how to protect himself. I punched him at least once a day.
    "Cute little right hook, Bridge."
    I waved him off and grabbed Macon's hand, leading him to the front door under the scrutiny of the three guys. "Don't kill any more walls, Soldier."
    "It's not Lord anymore?"
    "Depends on the mood!," I sing-songed before I closed the door behind us.
    "He's a fucking soldier?" I nodded and watched Macon’s face go from curiosity to sheer lust. "Shit, I think I need a cold shower."
    I looked down at his crotch and sure enough his beat up black jeans appeared a little tight down there. Not only was I lusting after my roommate, but my gay best friend was, too.
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    DAY 3
    "Don't you think Charlie Hun nam was as sexy as he is in Sons of Anarchy?" I asked Macon, licking my spoon of chocolate ice cream. We always ate ice cream after a movie, even in winter; it was our thing.
    Macon nodded absentmindedly, his gaze locked on his fast melting pistachio flavored ice cream. "Your roomy is a serious hottie."
    I sighed and leaned against the booth where I was sitting in front of my best friend, who was obviously not on the same page as I was.
    " Are you going to tell me this every time you see him?"
    He narrowed his eyes on me. "Don't tell me you're immune to this piece of sex on legs."
    I laughed despite myself at this quite accurate description. "You're incredible!" I weighed what to tell him and shook my head, remembering the loud moan I caught the other night when I was walking with Jordan to my room. "But I'm not blind. Or deaf."
    "Deaf? Explain."
    "Let's just say women are loud and the walls are thin."
    He moved the salt and pepper aside, closer to the huge bay window. "Is it bothering you?"
    "It messes a little with my sleep." After Jordan left, I couldn't sleep because I was always thinking about what Byron did to the leggy brunette to make her moan and call his name like that. It was messed up, but I was pretty sure I went so far as giving Jordan a blow-job just to have some sort of revenge.
    "And that's all?" He drank the rest of his mug of coffee and ran a hand in his hair all over the place. It almost looked like the famous picture of Einstein. But Macon wore it well , as usual. "I don't understand how you cope with not being more horny. The last time you had sex—‘’
    "If I were you , I wouldn't go there, Macon," I warned him, my glare locked on his face.
    He leaned back in his booth, an arm casually put on the back of it. "Still pinning over th at piece of shit?"
    "You are my best friend, but even I have my limits , and you know that is one."
    He groaned with annoyance and rolled his eyes ; he was never intimidated by me. "I get he hurt you but, baby, you can't go on like this. For Pete's sake! You can't even let a guy pleasure you. You're all game for blow-jobs, but you can't let a guy get you off."
    I scowled at him and pushed away my empty plate. "You know what? Next time I won't