I’ve always had a thing for Alice, my roommate. It’s not the kind of feeling you blurt out without warning — unless you want to take a chance on ruining a perfectly good living arrangement. But I couldn’t quash my attraction to her. She had this way about her, a sort of quiet, sexy confidence that could make you forget your own name. She’d saunter into the living room in tight leggings and a tank top, and all I could do was pretend not to stare at her incredible body.

Alice and I had been living together for almost a year, sharing the same fridge and the occasional comfortable silence. We got along great from the start and had fallen into a comfortable groove, acting as if we’d always been old friends.

Recently, we settled in for our usual late-night Friday routine: a couple... Read More