“What?” Tyler said, yanking my screen toward him. “Oh, fuck.”
Oh, fuckwas accurate. In the first pic he was wearing a plain white T-shirt over tight jeans, perfectly setting off the tattoos crawling up his arms. The next picture was even better.
“Damn,” Tyler said, crowding me. “He makes Colin Farrell look like a tiny, overcooked noodle.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You know, Tyler, the point at which you find a shirtless man hot might be the point at which you should begin to examine your own sexuality.”
“Shut up,” he said, elbowing me. “Go to the next picture.”
Each picture was sexier than the last, and I was starting to feel self-conscious.
“Go down to hisAbout Mesection,” Tyler said, reaching over to scroll for me.
I batted away his hand and thumbed my way to the section. Hrn. I could see why the app thought we’d be such a good match. He loved big bears and thick thighs. More importantly, he was also looking for a serious relationship.
“The only thing he listed as a red flag was picky eaters because he loves cooking for his guy,” Tyler noted, touching his finger to the screen to scroll down a little farther.
Fuck.
I pushed Tyler’s hand away again and kept going through Severin’s profile.
“He’s got a whole paragraph on how he lost his hearing. Apparently, the cochlear implant journey has been a nightmare. Says here that he sometimes prefers the silence so he can think straight.”
Tyler shook his head. “It’s too bad that he was a dick to you.”
“It’s no excuse, but it sounds like he’s been really struggling with the technology. And Iwasthirty minutes late.”
“I’d also like to mention that you smell like a rugby player,” Tyler said, waving his hand in front of his nose. “If it’s true what they say about your other senses heightening when you lose one… you may have been sunk out of the gate.”
I snorted. “I don’t think that’s true. Either way, I think the universe is telling me to?—”
My assumption was interrupted by a notification on the app.
“It’s him,” Tyler shouted, hitting the blinking button on the screen.
I yanked the phone away from his meddling fingers and pulled up the messaging screen.
Severin: Hey.
“What are you going to do?” Tyler asked, angling to see for himself.
I looked at the blinking cursor for a moment.
“I can’t tell if I want to cuss him out or give him another chance.”
Tyler shrugged. “See if he apologizes.Sincerely. If so, it might not hurt to try for a redo in a better location.”
I scrolled back up to his pictures and decided that my friend had a point. I stood, sent Ty a half-assed salute, and started walking to my room.
“Wait! I hafta see what happens.”
I rolled my eyes and let myself into my room, locking the door. Seconds later, the knob jiggled.
“I can’t believe you locked me out of your room!”
“Boundaries, Tyler!”
I could hear his frustrated huff through the door and laughed. I really did have the best roommate. Looking down at the phone, I decided to see what Severin was about.
