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Previously: CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 | CH. 4 | CH. 5 | CH. 6 | CH. 7 | CH. 8 | CH. 9
QUICK UPDATE:
Roommate Bonding Time is my first published book!
Four male roommates. One apartment. And a secret tension that’s been building for far too long.
One night, a few coils of rope and a dare turns into something none of them can explain away.
Suddenly, Evan and Milo aren’t just roommates playing with knots … they’re starting to feel something deeper. Something real. And in an apartment where privacy doesn’t exist, feelings don’t stay hidden for long.
Roommate Bonding Time is a filthy, addictive MM romance packed with kink discovery, roommate chaos, found-family vibes, bisexual awakening and the kind of emotional tension that hits just as hard as the spice.
Now, the finale of book one of The Locker Room…
CHAPTER TEN
The morning air was calm, only broken by the low hum of the AC and the steady breathing of two bodies tangled together on a cramped twin bed. Time felt like it was on hold, a quiet moment before everything inevitably went sideways.
Ethan woke up first. Last night was still fresh in his head, a blur of hands and hushed words that had changed everything.
He shifted carefully, not wanting to mess up the tight space they shared, and looked over at Cade, still asleep. The hard, guarded look Cade always carried softened into something almost innocent. The tension that usually made his jaw look like a clenched fist was gone, replaced by a relaxed stillness.
Ethan took a second to just look, his eyes following the line of Cade’s shoulder, memories of the last few life-changing weeks hitting him in waves. But even as a warmth settled in his chest, the harsh truth of what they’d decided, to leave the beta program, started creeping in, darkening the quiet room.
“Stop thinking so damn loud,” Cade’s rough, sleepy voice cut through Ethan’s thoughts.
His eyes stayed shut, but his arm tightened around Ethan, pulling him close against the warmth of his chest, like he could block out the weight of their choice.
“We’ve gotta get moving,” Ethan murmured, his breath brushing the back of Cade’s neck, though he didn’t try to pull away. “Before Coach drags us into some new mess.”
Cade’s dark eyes cracked open, still foggy with sleep but sharpening fast. “Yeah. We do.”
They untangled themselves quickly. No time for lingering looks or messing around.
Ignoring the flashy cropped jerseys and jockstraps hanging like relics of a life they were done with, they dug through beat-up gym bags for old stuff that was actually theirs: worn jeans, soft cotton tees, plain boxers.
He was stuffing wrinkled textbooks into his backpack, the normalcy of it steadying him, when the door slammed open, shattering the quiet.
The room tensed instantly as Coach loomed in the doorway. Wearing his usual polo and tight shorts, clipboard in hand, whistle hanging around his thick neck. He stopped, serious eyes scanning the packed bags, their casual clothes, the messy bed that clearly showed two people had been there.
“Headed somewhere?” Coach’s voice was calm, but it carried a heavy edge, rumbling through the space.
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