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Oh my god.

What the fuck?

What thefuck?

The first naked man I’d ever seen, and it was my weird, arrogant ass of a roommate.

It was almost laughable.

I wished I’d fucking laughed. I’d just—juststoodthere, frozen, like a dumbass. Staring at his junk like it held the answers to the universe.

And I didn’t know who was at fault—me for not checking if someone was in there first or him for not even closing the door.

Who didn’t shut the goddamn door when they were naked? Huh? And why did he just stand there? Didn’t even cover himself. Just let it all hang out for me to stare at like a depraved creep.

Oh, god, he probably thought I was a huge creep now.

Wait, no,hewas the creep.

Yeah.

Not me.

Him.

He had a really nice dick, though. Really, really?—

Fuck, I needed to go do something to distract myself. Maybe stay away from that room for a month or so. No, I left my violin in there, I had to go back at some point. Shit.

Well I’d just do what I did last night, sneak in after midnight and pray that he was sleeping again.

The night light was helpful in that regard, though it was a bit…odd for him to have a night light.

He said he didn’t like the dark, but was he afraid of it?

Like Lauren?

She’d loved her night lights.

I kicked at a stray rock on the path and willed myself to stop thinking about that. Nothing good came from dwelling on the past.

Damn it, I was a coward for just running out of there. It wasmyroom, too, and I shouldn’t have to feel like I couldn’t even be in there.

It was just an honest accident. I’d had to go so badly that I wasn’t thinking about anything but getting there.

And the door had been open, too.

Yeah.

We were both guys, what was the big deal? It was just a dick.

Just a very pretty dick.

I can’t tell if you’re traumatized or turned on.

Had he wanted me to be turned on? Did he do that on purpose, hoping I’d walk in there and get a glimpse of him? Wasn’t that sexual harassment? It was like flashing someone minus the whole trench coat thing. If he left the door open thinking I’d walk in on him—which I did—then he’d done that knowingly and with intent.