Jennifer could feel Alex watching her.
She had felt it for days now--the way his gaze lingered when she passed by, the way his eyes flickered to her when she thought he wasn't looking. There was a quiet weight in the air, something thick and unspoken settling between them, pressing down, suffocating.
And she knew why.
She had been staring at Ben.
Their new roommate.
She hadn't meant to. It wasn't something she'd planned, and it certainly wasn't something she had ever imagined confessing. But from the moment Ben had moved in, something in her had shifted.
It wasn't just that he was attractive.
It was him. His presence. The way he carried himself, the way he took up space without trying. And more than anything, it was the thing she had noticed--the thing she couldn't unsee.
The way his sweatpants clung to him. The way they hinted, outlined, suggested something... massive.
Something more than she had ever known.
And now?
Now, she was stuck in an impossible loop of curiosity and hunger, her mind wandering to places it had never dared go before.
So when Alex finally spoke, breaking the silence between them, she knew there was no use denying it.
"I noticed you've been eyeing our new roommate."
Jennifer exhaled, tilting her head, forcing herself to meet his gaze.
"I... I guess I have. I didn't think you noticed."
Alex studied her, his expression unreadable. "I notice everything about you. And lately, you've been distracted." He paused. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Her stomach twisted.
She could lie. She could brush it off, laugh it away.
But she didn't.
"It's not what you think," she murmured. "It's not like I have feelings for him. It's just..." She hesitated, fingers curling against the edge of the counter. "I noticed something."
Alex's brow lifted. "Noticed what, exactly?"
Jennifer's breath came uneven now, heat creeping up her neck.
She swallowed, steeling herself before speaking the truth.
"It's embarrassing. But... I've never seen someone built like that before. And it's not like I'm going to do anything, but it's been on my mind. Just--curiosity, I guess."
Silence.
Alex was still watching her, eyes dark and assessing, his jaw tight.
"So, you're telling me you've been fantasizing about him," he said finally, voice even. "Because of that?"
Jennifer let out a shaky laugh. "I wouldn't say fantasizing. More like... wondering." She exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "I mean, we've been together for so long. I've never really had a reason to compare before. But now, there's this guy walking around in our house, and--look, I don't want this to sound worse than it is."
Alex didn't react right away. He just studied her, quiet, like he was peeling back the layers of her confession, trying to understand what lay beneath.
"You could have just told me," he murmured.
Jennifer blinked. "Told you what?"
"That you were wondering." Alex tilted his head. "That maybe there was a part of you that wanted... something different."
She shook her head quickly. "That's not it." But even as she said it, something deep in her chest twisted.
Alex just watched her. "Then what is it?"
Jennifer exhaled, her pulse quickening.
"I think..." she hesitated, licking her lips. "I think I just want to know."
A slow smirk tugged at Alex's lips. "And what if I told you I want you to know?"
Her stomach flipped.
"You'd... let me?"
Alex's voice was quiet, measured. "I don't know yet. But I do know I don't want to lose you. So if this is something we have to face instead of ignore... then maybe we face it. Together."
Jennifer swallowed, heart hammering against her ribs.
"I don't even know where that would start."
Alex smirked, trailing his fingers along the edge of the counter, his voice dark with meaning.
"I think we both have a few ideas."
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(A Week Later)
The bathroom door was ajar.
Steam curled into the hallway, thick and humid, carrying the clean scent of soap and heat. Jennifer wasn't thinking--just moving past, barefoot, the hardwood cool beneath her toes--until she heard movement inside.
She paused.
Then, before she could stop herself, her gaze flickered toward the opening.
And she saw him.
Ben.
Towel slung low on his hips, beads of water sliding down the ridges of his stomach, his muscles still taut from the heat of the shower. But it wasn't his body that made her breath hitch.
It was him. The sheer presence of him.
His size. His cock, stood massive, like something begging to be worshipped.
The very thing that had haunted the edges of her imagination--now right in front of her, impossible to ignore. The towel barely concealed anything, clinging, outlining, teasing, as if mocking the fact that she'd spent days fantasizing about exactly this.
She didn't realize she was staring until Ben did.
His head tilted slightly, amusement flickering in his dark, unreadable eyes. He didn't move to adjust the towel. Didn't step back. If anything, he lingered, letting the weight of the moment settle between them.
Jennifer's breath came shaky, fingers curling against the doorframe as if it might steady her.
"I--I was just--"
But there was no excuse.
