You can’t help the way that your eyes drift down toward his lips, what with them being so soft and plump looking and pink. You catch yourself in your thoughts and remind yourself to replace the batteries in your vibrator. These thoughts about a stranger couldn’t be anything more than random fantasies due to hormones that haven’t been satiated for too long to be healthy. Freshman year left little time or privacy to take care of your… needs.

“Yeah, hi.” You laugh, shaking his hand. “Sorry I’m a bit early, I came from work.” He shook his head and gestured to the living room.

“No problem whatsoever. I work from home or travel most of the time, so I was just working on some things before you got here. Would you like anything to drink?” You shake your head and thank him before sitting with him in the living room. “So, your room would be upstairs, down the hall from mine. It has its own bathroom and a walk-in closet, and there’s also a home office that you’re welcome to use. There’s two desks, so you can set up your own space for studying or whatever you need.” He told you. You recalled the photo of the home office he’d emailed you along with photos of the rest of the place, and smiled at the idea of sitting across from him as you both tapped along at your desks on a cold day.

“That’s very generous of you, thank you.” He smiled and clasped his hands behind him. You bit your lip as you looked to the beautiful, dark wood floors. “Can I ask you a personal question?” He nodded and his eyes met yours.

“Of course.”

“Why are you seeking out a roommate?” He sighed.

“It’s a big house to have all to yourself. I figured having another person here would make being at home less..” He trailed off and your breath hitched.

“Boring?” You asked. He chuckled as his eyes met the floor.

“I was going to say, lonely.” Your heartbeat quickened a bit at that, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because he stood up and began walking toward the stairs. “I guess I can take you to see the upstairs and you can look around on your own and let me know what you think.” You agreed and followed him upstairs, where he showed you what would be your room, which was gigantic, the home office, and the library. Once you were back downstairs, he told you a bit about the kitchen, showed you the laundry room, dining room, and the garage before you ended up back in the living room in front of the fireplace.

“You have a beautiful home, Bill.” He smiled bashfully and cleared his throat.

“Thank you. You’re welcome to look around for a bit if you want to, get to know the place. If you have any questions I’ll be down here. Do you want anything to eat? I think I’m going to make something for lunch.” You smiled and without realizing it, your fingers brushed his bicep.

“Thank you, and yes please, I’d love a bit of whatever you’ve got in mind.” He smiled and eyed your hand, stilling for a moment before nodding and breaking away.

“Coming right up.”

You took about 10 minutes to wander around, pausing before what you knew was the door to Bill’s bedroom. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t curious, but you didn’t want to invade his privacy, which you were sure he valued very much. You told yourself to turn around, but you couldn’t help yourself when you noticed it was open an inch or two. You only poked it lightly and it swung open a bit more so you could see inside. It was very neat and tidy, full of neutral colored furniture and things that made it look very modern and cozy. Some freshly ironed dress pants were laid out on the bed and some papers were strewn out on the desk, but everything else was carefully stored in its own place. When the scent of mahogany and musk with a hint of dark spice hit you, your eyes fluttered shut. It was heavenly. You snapped out of it quickly, though, and pulled the door back to where it had been before returning downstairs, satisfied.

“So… what do you think?” Bill asked when he noticed you were back in the kitchen with him. There was a white towel slung over his shoulder and his sweater had been discarded, leaving him in only a tight, white t-shirt.

“I love it. This place is beautiful and homey and you’re very kind. I really appreciate you considering me.” He chuckled and looked up at you, a light smirk across his features.

“I’m glad you’re impressed.” He turned to the stove behind him and stirred something in a pot. “Also, I decided on some homemade soup. Nothing fancy, but delicious nonetheless.” You smiled and walked a bit closer to him.

“Wow, homemade soup. I haven’t had a homemade meal in a long time.” He looked at you incredulously.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I didn’t have the time or money to cook during the school year since I lived in a dorm and all of my paycheck goes toward my tuition. I lived on cans and boxes for most of the year. It’s not all bad, though.” He stopped what he was doing and leaned against his hands on the counter.

“Well I guess now’s the right time to let you know that if you move in, you’ll have to let me feed you real food.” You laughed at that and nodded in agreement.

“I guess I can deal with that.” You smiled at each other for a moment before he continued chopping vegetables and pouring them into the pot of broth. “Is there anything I can help with?” He looked up at you and thought for a moment before tilting his head toward the liquor cabinet.

“Would you mind pouring me a whiskey?” You nodded and did so before placing it delicately next to the cutting board. “Thanks.” You took a seat at the counter and watched him cook for a little while. You had to hold in a giggle every once in a while when his height made something normal a challenge for him. You watched him gracefully chop, stir, pour, measure, etc. until he poured some soup into two bowls and set one in front of you.

You moaned softly when the first spoon of soup hit your tongue. It was so rich in flavor and smooth and you couldn’t help it. Bill didn’t seem phased, but you did catch a tiny smile grace his lips.

“I’m glad you like it.” You both laughed. You ate in silence for a few minutes until you were both finished and happily full. He finished first and washed his bowl in the sink while you watched, shoving the last little bit into your face before politely hopping off the barstool and standing beside him next to the sink. You were gonna wash it yourself but he gently took the bowl from your hands and shoo’d you away, insisting that guests don’t do dishes.

“That was lovely, thank you.” You said. He smiled and nodded.

“Anytime. Did you have any questions?”

“When do you think a decision will be made?” He shrugged.

“Well, whenever you decide if you want to move in, I guess.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“You mean, I’ve got the room?” He smiled and shrugged again.

“Of course. You’re the only person I’ve had tour the place and you’re the best potential roommate I could have hoped for.” You blushed and smiled down at the floor.

“I’d love to live here, Bill. Thank you so much.”

“Do you have a place to stay in the meantime, until you can get your things over here?” He asked. You shrugged. The dorm kicks the students out during the summer so you had just been planning on staying at a hostel.

“I mean, I can figure it out.” He shook his head before grabbing a key off of the ring in his pocket.

“No, no, you’re welcome to stay here in the guest room until we can have your furniture and things brought over. Here’s a key to the place,” he reached into his wallet and pulled out a small slip of paper, “and the garage code.” Your mouth was hanging open but words wouldn’t come out. He was being so kind to you and you didn’t know how to respond.

“Thank you. So much.” He put his large hand on your shoulder.

You knock gingerly at the door and are completely shocked by what appears on the other side. Bill, you assume, is well over 6 feet of lean muscle with dark, carefully styled hair and large, piercing eyes. He holds a phone to his ear and speaks in a bored tone to whomever is on the other side, but once his gaze meets you he hesitates. His eyes rake up and down your form steadily before he catches himself and offers you a small smile and stepping aside to let you in.

He wraps up his conversation with the person on the phone and places it on the table in his entryway before turning his attention back to you. There’s a moment of awkward silence as you both try to figure out how to greet each other. He ends up breaking the silence first and reaching his hand toward you.

“You must be y/n,” he begins once you take his hand and shake. “I’m Bill, as you’ve probably guessed. I, uh, own the place.”

You can’t help the way that your eyes drift down toward his lips, what with them being so soft and plump looking and pink. You catch yourself in your thoughts and remind yourself to replace the batteries in your vibrator. These thoughts about a stranger couldn’t be anything more than random fantasies due to hormones that haven’t been satiated for too long to be healthy. Freshman year left little time or privacy to take care of your… needs.

“Yeah, hi.” You laugh, shaking his hand. “Sorry I’m a bit early, I came from work.” He shook his head and gestured to the living room.

“No problem whatsoever. I work from home or travel most of the time, so I was just working on some things before you got here. Would you like anything to drink?” You shake your head and thank him before sitting with him in the living room. “So, your room would be upstairs, down the hall from mine. It has its own bathroom and a walk-in closet, and there’s also a home office that you’re welcome to use. There’s two desks, so you can set up your own space for studying or whatever you need.” He told you. You recalled the photo of the home office he’d emailed you along with photos of the rest of the place, and smiled at the idea of sitting across from him as you both tapped along at your desks on a cold day.

“That’s very generous of you, thank you.” He smiled and clasped his hands behind him. You bit your lip as you looked to the beautiful, dark wood floors. “Can I ask you a personal question?” He nodded and his eyes met yours.

“Of course.”

“Why are you seeking out a roommate?” He sighed.

“It’s a big house to have all to yourself. I figured having another person here would make being at home less..” He trailed off and your breath hitched.

“Boring?” You asked. He chuckled as his eyes met the floor.

“I was going to say, lonely.” Your heartbeat quickened a bit at that, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because he stood up and began walking toward the stairs. “I guess I can take you to see the upstairs and you can look around on your own and let me know what you think.” You agreed and followed him upstairs, where he showed you what would be your room, which was gigantic, the home office, and the library. Once you were back downstairs, he told you a bit about the kitchen, showed you the laundry room, dining room, and the garage before you ended up back in the living room in front of the fireplace.

“You have a beautiful home, Bill.” He smiled bashfully and cleared his throat.

“Thank you. You’re welcome to look around for a bit if you want to, get to know the place. If you have any questions I’ll be down here. Do you want anything to eat? I think I’m going to make something for lunch.” You smiled and without realizing it, your fingers brushed his bicep.

“Thank you, and yes please, I’d love a bit of whatever you’ve got in mind.” He smiled and eyed your hand, stilling for a moment before nodding and breaking away.

“Coming right up.”

You took about 10 minutes to wander around, pausing before what you knew was the door to Bill’s bedroom. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t curious, but you didn’t want to invade his privacy, which you were sure he valued very much. You told yourself to turn around, but you couldn’t help yourself when you noticed it was open an inch or two. You only poked it lightly and it swung open a bit more so you could see inside. It was very neat and tidy, full of neutral colored furniture and things that made it look very modern and cozy. Some freshly ironed dress pants were laid out on the bed and some papers were strewn out on the desk, but everything else was carefully stored in its own place. When the scent of mahogany and musk with a hint of dark spice hit you, your eyes fluttered shut. It was heavenly. You snapped out of it quickly, though, and pulled the door back to where it had been before returning downstairs, satisfied.

“So… what do you think?” Bill asked when he noticed you were back in the kitchen with him. There was a white towel slung over his shoulder and his sweater had been discarded, leaving him in only a tight, white t-shirt.

“I love it. This place is beautiful and homey and you’re very kind. I really appreciate you considering me.” He chuckled and looked up at you, a light smirk across his features.

“I’m glad you’re impressed.” He turned to the stove behind him and stirred something in a pot. “Also, I decided on some homemade soup. Nothing fancy, but delicious nonetheless.” You smiled and walked a bit closer to him.

“Wow, homemade soup. I haven’t had a homemade meal in a long time.” He looked at you incredulously.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I didn’t have the time or money to cook during the school year since I lived in a dorm and all of my paycheck goes toward my tuition. I lived on cans and boxes for most of the year. It’s not all bad, though.” He stopped what he was doing and leaned against his hands on the counter.

“Well I guess now’s the right time to let you know that if you move in, you’ll have to let me feed you real food.” You laughed at that and nodded in agreement.

“I guess I can deal with that.” You smiled at each other for a moment before he continued chopping vegetables and pouring them into the pot of broth. “Is there anything I can help with?” He looked up at you and thought for a moment before tilting his head toward the liquor cabinet.

“Would you mind pouring me a whiskey?” You nodded and did so before placing it delicately next to the cutting board. “Thanks.” You took a seat at the counter and watched him cook for a little while. You had to hold in a giggle every once in a while when his height made something normal a challenge for him. You watched him gracefully chop, stir, pour, measure, etc. until he poured some soup into two bowls and set one in front of you.

You moaned softly when the first spoon of soup hit your tongue. It was so rich in flavor and smooth and you couldn’t help it. Bill didn’t seem phased, but you did catch a tiny smile grace his lips.

“I’m glad you like it.” You both laughed. You ate in silence for a few minutes until you were both finished and happily full. He finished first and washed his bowl in the sink while you watched, shoving the last little bit into your face before politely hopping off the barstool and standing beside him next to the sink. You were gonna wash it yourself but he gently took the bowl from your hands and shoo’d you away, insisting that guests don’t do dishes.

“That was lovely, thank you.” You said. He smiled and nodded.

“Anytime. Did you have any questions?”

“When do you think a decision will be made?” He shrugged.

“Well, whenever you decide if you want to move in, I guess.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“You mean, I’ve got the room?” He smiled and shrugged again.

“Of course. You’re the only person I’ve had tour the place and you’re the best potential roommate I could have hoped for.” You blushed and smiled down at the floor.

“I’d love to live here, Bill. Thank you so much.”

“Do you have a place to stay in the meantime, until you can get your things over here?” He asked. You shrugged. The dorm kicks the students out during the summer so you had just been planning on staying at a hostel.

“I mean, I can figure it out.” He shook his head before grabbing a key off of the ring in his pocket.

“No, no, you’re welcome to stay here in the guest room until we can have your furniture and things brought over. Here’s a key to the place,” he reached into his wallet and pulled out a small slip of paper, “and the garage code.” Your mouth was hanging open but words wouldn’t come out. He was being so kind to you and you didn’t know how to respond.

“Thank you. So much.” He put his large hand on your shoulder.

“Of course. You’re my roommate, now. I can’t have you surfing couches and sharing one room with 10 other random people when you’ve got a warm bed and all the food you can eat, here.” He grabbed his keys again and gestured toward the door. “I was going to go to the store after you left, but since I presume you’re staying here tonight anyway, do you wanna go with me and get some ingredients for dinner?” You nod and try to dim the giant grin on your face. He returns your smile and reaches over to open the front door for you. “Ladies first.”

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