Haven blinked at her slowly, obviously never having experienced an Izzy before. Then she said, “Okay, thanks. That sounds good.” She turned back to me. “So how much is rent?”
“But...” I started, only to glance away because with her gaze focused on me and her eyes being so big, and beautiful, and pleading, it was hard to concentrate when she was looking at me like that, which brought up reason number eight thousand, six hundred and ninety-three why she absolutely could not be my roommate.
I couldn’t live with someone I was so attracted to; I’d never be able to relax…or concentrate…or breathe right. This was my home; the one place where I could get away from the rest of the world and just...not worry about anything. If I was constantly on guard here, what the hell would my life become? The
