The Rival Roomies

I've loved him from afar. Though most times he's only a foot away. I'm smart enough to know he'll never be anyone's forever. He checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check. Motorcycle. Check. Chip on his shoulder. Check check. If he wasn't my neighbor and friend I may have thrown myself at him. Okay, yeah. I wouldn't. Because guys like Dylan don't want a woman who writes kid's math textbooks under him in bed. Instead, I pathetically savor morsels of moments where I have his sole attention....