THE FLATMATE RULE
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His fingers move to my bra clasp, then stop.
“Can I?” he breathes against my mouth.
“We said no sex,” I remind him quickly, because if I don’t, I won’t stop him—or myself.
“Underwear stays on,” He says.
His mouth leaves mine and trails down my neck, teeth and tongue marking a slow, deliberate path to my shoulder.
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When Mia needs a place to live, she ends up sharing a flat with Ethan, an emotionally distant police officer who likes his space, and quiet.
Mia is outspoken, vibrant, and a firm believer in saying exactly what she feels.
Now she’s sharing a roof with a man who avoids conversations like landmines.
They argue. They clash. They push every single one of each other’s buttons.
And then one reckless, heated night shatters every boundary they drew, turning irritation into desire and forcing them to face the one thing neither of them wanted: each other.
“Can I?” he breathes against my mouth.
“We said no sex,” I remind him quickly, because if I don’t, I won’t stop him—or myself.
“Underwear stays on,” He says.
His mouth leaves mine and trails down my neck, teeth and tongue marking a slow, deliberate path to my shoulder.
———————————————————————————
When Mia needs a place to live, she ends up sharing a flat with Ethan, an emotionally distant police officer who likes his space, and quiet.
Mia is outspoken, vibrant, and a firm believer in saying exactly what she feels.
Now she’s sharing a roof with a man who avoids conversations like landmines.
They argue. They clash. They push every single one of each other’s buttons.
And then one reckless, heated night shatters every boundary they drew, turning irritation into desire and forcing them to face the one thing neither of them wanted: each other.
















































