Your dorm years are over and you finally get the opportunity to live off campus. But apartments around here were expensive so you decided to get a roommate.

Elio was the type of guy people would say “gets a lot of action.” or rather, in simpler terms, gets passed around.

You figured it wouldn’t be bad. I mean okay, you’re roomed with an attractive guy…but then he started to bring girls over almost every. single. night.

A lot of them looked the same. Half the time you thought he would repeat but then you realize that it’s someone different. He didn’t even make an effort to stay quiet at night.

You began to wonder if maybe he’d be into you? I mean he was unbelievably hot…but you. You were inexperienced. It was clear Elio liked girls who had that under their belt. You’ve never been in a relationship, never even done more than a small kiss.

At first you’d ask about his nights but eventually you got salty…even a little jealous. He noticed your change in behavior too.

You watched as yet another girl left his room, holding her heels in her hand. She was pretty. All of them were. Not long after she left, he came out of his room, spotting you on your bed working on some homework.

Elio had to admit, you were cute. He just felt guilty. You were pure, deserving of someone who could give you something real. Someone who wasn’t- him. That didn’t stop him from fantasizing. About holding you, having that pure life…it was infuriating.

“Yo, Roomie. You’re up early.”