Kai’s P.O.V
“Hello there…dorm-mate.”
I stared at his hand like it was some kind of a foreign object, before my eyes reached up to meet his.
Dorm-mate? The man that I saw this evening in the club…hooking up with another man inside the washroom stall…was now going to be my…dorm-mate?
“Did you wash your hands?”
Fuck it, Kai! Did you wash your hands? Was that seriously the first fucking thing you could come up with?
“Do you take a bubble bath every time you fuck a girl?” Night dropped his hand to his side but tilted his head to the side, giving me a narrow-eyed look.
“N-no…” wow…that got awkward real quick.
“Then why did you expect me to do that?” His eyebrows drew together wearily before he turned and carried his suitcase over to the other side of the room. “Move your stuff off the bed. I want mine.”
“Take this side,” I went over to the bed closest to me and removed all the clothes that I had dumped on it before I went out to the club. “I prefer to stick closer to the window.”
Not that being next to the window was going to be helpful in any shape or form. We were on the sixth floor anyway, so even if there came an option to jump, I’d be falling straight to my death. However, being next to the window made me feel less stuffy.
“Fine by me.” Night shrugged and moved over to the bed, placing his bags up against the wall. “I’ll give you time to rearrange your stuff, since you must have been living alone for a while.”
“Not really,” I shrugged, opening the wardrobe on my side of the room to place all my extra clothing inside. “The senior I was roommates with graduated only a month ago. I didn’t get much time to sprawl around and take over the whole place. Your wardrobe is all empty.”
“Cool.” He got up from the bed at once and placed a suitcase on it. Opening the suitcase, I saw that all his clothes were already neatly placed in hangers and clothing bags, which he simply hung up on the racks before doing the same with the contents of the other suitcase.
Within ten minutes, all his clothes were hanging neatly from the racks and other items that had been folded neatly, were placed into the drawers. However, the last of his stuff to come out of the bag actually surprised me. Because it was an entire bag filled with makeup products.
“You use makeup?”
I hadn't really wanted to be nosey…but in my defence…I had never seen any of my guy friends using makeup before. Frankly…it was more than a bit surprising for me.
“Yeah.” Night spoke nonchalantly, without giving much thought to my question. “I do a few modeling gigs here and there.”
“Ah!”
No wonder he wore makeup. And I wasn’t even that surprised about the modeling gigs. The guy was incredibly handsome…not that it was in any way relevant to me. I was just giving him a compliment…
“You have something against men using makeup now?”
Turning towards him, I blinked rapidly. “I don’t have a problem.”
“You sure about that?” Night raised his eyebrows, coming forward to stand in front of his bed. “You kept staring at us in the club. And you haven’t stopped giving me these looks ever since you met me here.”
Shit! Have I really been staring?
“Nonsense!” I snapped at him, trying not to meet his eyes. “I didn’t stare at you!”
“There are CCTV all over the building. Want me to show you?”
“Look…” I sighed, rubbing at my nape in frustration. “I wasn’t…I didn’t do it on purpose…at the club. And you should be more aware than to keep the stall door open like that! I didn’t think there would be anyone who would use the washroom as a hookup spot!”
Why was it that this guy could get on my nerves without even trying? I didn’t want to be rude, but seriously…he didn’t need to point out all of my mistakes and fling them at my face without a second thought.
“Look man, I’m gonna be frank with you right now so I don’t have to answer this again and again in the future…I’m gay. I like men.” He told me straightforwardly. “It’s not something I like to go around announcing to people in general but since you saw me hook up in the men’s room tonight, I thought I’d give you a prior warning.”
“And I’m not homophobic.” I reassured him. “I may not be that aware or active about the community, but I’m not a bigot either. So you being here doesn’t bother me…as long as you don’t try hitting on me.”
“Seriously? The misinformation you guys have about the community is astounding.” Night scoffed. “I don’t go around hitting on every man I set my eyes on…that’s like saying straight men can fuck anything with a vagina.”
Well…that got the point through.
“But if I like someone, I’ll be clear about it.”
I looked up at him sharply, watching the side of his lips tilt up into a smirk ever-so slightly.
Was it just me…or did it really just feel like he was talking about me?
I was about to ask him about it, since he had decided to be frank with me just now…before I saw him take off his jacket and then tug his T-shirt over his head to reveal the rigid planes of his chest.
Fuck!
Why did my mouth suddenly feel so dry? What the fuck was wrong with me?
He took out one of those folding laundry baskets and placed it at the side of his bed before dumping his clothes into it…all the while I was unable to turn my head away from him.
It was clear from the way he was built that he worked out. So far, I had thought that only Devon from my group had a nice figure, but now that I’ve seen Night…I felt this strange tingling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t explain.
“I’m gonna take a shower.” Night’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Or do you wanna freshen up first?”
“I’m good.” I told him, swallowing. “I’ll change here.”
“Fine.”
Slinging a towel over his shoulders, Night went inside the bathroom without a second thought.
“Why is it so hot in here?” I muttered under my breath as I got up from the bed and went to my wardrobe to change.
Taking off the clothes I’d been wearing, I threw them into my own laundry basket and pulled on a pair of shorts to get ready for bed. It was as I was searching for a T-shirt to wear that I heard a whistle from behind me, making me jump and turn around to face Night, who was now standing on the other side of the room, leaning against the opposite wall with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his hair as he looked at me up and down with those hazel eyes of his; a small smirk playing on his lips.
“I’d totally do you…if you let me.”