THE STRAIGHT ROOMMATE
CHAPTER 1
MILES
I moaned before I could stop myself.
The sound slipped out. My hand tightened around my c**k under the thin blanket, stroking in slow, deliberate pulls. It was late—two in the morning—and the room was quiet except for the faint hum of the AC and the occasional creak from the bunk bed across from mine.
Jake was supposed to be asleep.
I cracked my eyes open, half expecting to see him snoring, mouth wide, out cold after football practice. Instead, his gaze was locked right on me. Wide awake. Unmoving. Staring straight at the rise and fall of my blanket.
For a beat, I froze. My heart slammed against my ribs, but the tension that coiled in me wasn’t shame. My lips curved into a smirk.
I pushed the blanket down deliberately, exposing the thick line
