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The Perfect Roommate by Minka Kent Read Online (FREE)

“I don’t like Velvet Underground,” I say. “I love them.”

He cracks a slow smile. His teeth are big and white but they fit his face perfectly, balancing his square jaw. Dragging his hand through his dark hair, he leans toward me.

“Thanks for letting me know about Lauren,” he says. “It’s nice she has someone who worries about her as much as I do.”

I don’t know if I’d put it that way …

“I probably worry about her too much.” His tone is self-deprecating and he glances at his hands. How someone so low-maintenance could wind up with someone as high-maintenance as Lauren is beyond me.

Thayer pulls his phone from his pocket for the millionth time, checking his screen, darkening his screen, sliding it back in.

“Has this happened before?” I ask.

He glances up. “What?”

“Lauren disappearing,” I say with a smile, rolling my eyes. “She’s so oblivious most of the time. You know how she is. I just wonder if maybe she changed her plans and her phone died or something.”

His brows meet. “Every once in a while, yeah.”

“Oh. So this isn’t the first time?”

His lips flatten. He doesn’t respond.

“Do you think … do you think she’s with someone else?” I plant the seed that’s probably already there, but at this point, the more the merrier.

Germinate, little seeds.

Grow.

“I probably shouldn’t say this.” I keep my voice down and garner his full attention. “I mean, she’s my friend and all. It just seems like you two are constantly fighting, and clearly you don’t trust her.”

Thayer’s elbows dig into his knees and he buries his head in his hands, exhaling through his fingers.

Have I struck a chord? A nerve? Anything?

We share a silent moment, and I’m desperately hoping he’s letting my words sink into the deepest parts of him. I barely know Thayer and yet I know one thing: he deserves better than her.

“Lauren is—” he begins to speak when the front door flings open and a gush of cool night air chills the living room.

Speak of the devil.

“Where have you been?” Thayer goes to her side without hesitation. And his tone is more worried than angry.

I don’t understand.

“I thought you were coming home after class today,” he says.

Lauren’s gaze passes between us as she unwraps the Burberry scarf from around her neck. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t answer your phone. We’ve been trying to reach you all afternoon,” he says.

Shit. She knows damn well I didn’t try to get a hold of her once.

“My ringer must be off.” Lauren unzips her coat before placing it in the closet by the front door. “Were you worried about me or something?”

Thayer exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I wouldn’t have come here if I weren’t.”

She lifts a brow. I think she’s still confused. Rising on her toes, she kisses him, playing it off like it’s nothing and quashing any chance they had of fighting.