"Did you enjoy yourself?" Bo asked.
"I did," Blair answered. "The food was great."
She tried to stay as close to the truth as possible. The food had been great. It wasn't a lie. Bo was the problem. He had spent the entire date talking about football and nothing else.
"Do you wanna come to my place Saturday?" He asked.
"I thought you said you were watching the game with your friends," she said.
"I am," he smiled. "But we need someone to run out for snacks and beers everytime we run out. Gotta keep those beers cold. You can get them for us. Just be quiet while the game is on."
She stared at him as if he was an alien. He didn't seem to catch on. He didn't even seem to understand how degrading he had just been.
"So if you give me your number," he started.
"How about you give me yours?" She asked.
She took out her phone, putting his number into her contacts while he watched to make sure she didn't write the wrong number.
"You're not gonna ghost me, are you?" He asked.
"Only one way to find out," she winked. "I'll see you later, Bo. Thank you for tonight. It was eventful."
Roman woke up to someone sitting down on his bed. He didn't need to open his eyes to know his roommate was home from her date. Even if he didn't automatically know it was her, her perfume would give her away. That strong and sweet scent she always wore drove him crazy sometimes.
"Hi, Blair," he opened his eyes. "It didn't go well?"
"Delete it," she said.
She threw her phone in front of him. He picked it up to see Bo's number and deleted it right away.
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked.
"He wanted a maid," she answered.
"My t-shirt is on the floor," he said.
She had slept in his bed many times before after having a bad day. She stood up, pulled the red dress with the small, white flowers off, and sat back down. He stared at her red underwear underneath. She opened her bra and dropped it to the floor before picking his t-shirt up.
He looked at the eight butterflies tattooed down her spine. All of them in the correct sizes and colors. She was a butterfly freak and these eight were her favorites. He always wanted to run his finger down her spine, follow the butterflies, feel her skin in a more intimate way.
The tattoos disappeared along with her skin as she pulled the t-shirt on. He lifted up the covers and she laid down with her back against him. They kept a gap between them. He had his hands up in front of his face, playing with the ends of her shoulder long, dark blonde hair. When she fell asleep, he would move closer and sneak a hand around her waist to hold her. That was all he did. He never stepped over any lines. He wanted to so badly but not without her permission.
"Goodnight, Roman," she said.
"Goodnight, Blair," he said.
He signed lowly. He knew he had lost his heart to his roommate a long time ago. He wasn't gonna tell her. She was finally over her ex Brian Kendrick and she was getting into dating again. He didn't wanna screw up the friendship they had and risk her moving out because things got awkward.