The knock on the door made Melanie frown as she turned away from the disaster that was now her bedroom floor—clothes scattered in every direction like a storm had torn through her wardrobe. She hated, hated, hated organizing. The mere thought of it made her want to sink onto her bed and pretend the mess didn't exist. She knew that once everything was sorted, she'd feel better, but right now? She had no idea where to even begin. And to make matters worse, Adam had decided to show up and bother her.
Of course, she didn't need to wonder who was knocking. It had to be him—her one and only pain-in-the-neck roommate. She scowled at the door. Nope. He could knock all he wanted; she wasn't opening it. Not until—
Her thoughts were cut off as the door creaked open, slow and deliberate, making her spin around in disbelief. A grinning head peeked in, followed by the rest of him, completely unfazed by her glare.
Her scowl deepened. "What is wrong with you? At this rate, I'll have to get my door barred!"
Adam only grinned wider, utterly shameless, and—without a single ounce of hesitation—marched inside, dragging a luggage bag behind him. Or rather, hopped his way in, stumbling over the sea of clothing littering the floor.
Melanie's eyes narrowed as she pointed at the luggage bag. "What is that?"
Without even glancing up, Adam unzipped the bag and began started to pull out his clothes as he explained. "Since we might have to prove at any time that we're a real couple, we need actual proof that we live together in the same bedroom and not just roommates."
Melanie crossed her arms in front of her, her instincts screaming at her. He was definitely going to do something she might not like. Carefully, she asked, "And?"
"And that means," he continued, shoving a few of his t-shirts onto her already chaotic bed, "our stuff should be mixed up. So, I'll put some of my clothes in your room, and some of yours in mine. That way, if anyone checks, we can claim we use both bedrooms."
She opened her mouth to argue—but before she could get a word in, he had already started moving. With an efficiency that shouldn't have been possible, Adam swooped down and began arranging his things in her wardrobe. Shirts were folded, jeans were stacked, jackets were hung—within minutes his clothes were all inside, occupying half of her space while she stood frozen
She had spent the last hour just staring at the mess, and here he was, sorting things out like it was child's play.
Then, before she could process any of it, Adam marched back toward the bed and say the words that almost sounded like magic to her ears- "Would you like some help?"
Melanie wanted to refuse but looking at the well-organized part of 'his' side of the wardrobe, she was tempted... On one hand was her pride on the oter there was praticality...
Hmm.. .Maybe—just maybe—having him help wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.She took a deep breath, ready to reluctantly accept his offer, when... "Oh?" Adam's voice held a distinct note of something that told her, she might not like whatever she will find when she turned. She did that, dreading the scene...
And there he was. Lounging on her bed like some kind of sheikh... but that was not the problem... the problem was that he was dangling on his fingers... Her panties...The skimpiest one she owned...
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "Didn't take you for the bold type, Melon." He twirled the panties in the air like some kind of prize. "But I gotta say, excellent taste."
Melanie felt her entire body go rigid before heat flooded her face. "Adam!" she shrieked, lunging forward to snatch them from his grasp.
But the ba*tard was faster! He leaned back just in time, actually rolled over her bed like a barrel and with his hand high up in the air, showing coff his 'prize', he actually had the gall to claim innocense as he said," Relax, I'm just trying to help! I mean, since we're mixing our things, I should probably put these in my drawer. Just for authenticity, of course."
Melanie let out a sound of pure outrage as she judged the distance between her and the bed. If only she was trained in martial arts...she would have definitely jumped across the bed and.... "You perverted menace! Give them back!"
Adam chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Hey, no need to be embarrassed! Just so you don't feel bad, I'll even put some of my boxers in your drawer.That was we can be even."
Melanie was going to kill him. No, murder was too kind. She was going to obliterate him.
Then, before he could react, she grabbed a nearby pillow and whacked him square in the face as she jumped onto the bed.
"Hey—!" Adam sputtered, momentarily stunned.
Seizing the opportunity, Melanie snatched her panties from his grasp and, for good measure, smacked his arm with them. "Out! Get out of my room before I stuff you in that wardrobe!"
"I wouldn't mind being stuffed there... I think you should put me in your panties..." He started with a double entendre only to receive the pillow on his face again.
But he was not deterred. Instead he grabbed the pillow and tugged hard, making her lose her balance as she fell face forward on the bed. In the next moment, Adam was straddling her, his knees on either side of her waist and her wrists captured by his, as he leaned over and grinned," Caught you. You are such a surprise Melon... Racy panties and now you like rough play..."
Melanie glared at him. She wanted to scold him but with the way her heart was beating in her chest, she could barely catch her breath. He smirked then and suddenly moved off with a wink," I won't play tofay but next time..." As she watched him leave, she breathed a sigh of relief but... failed to notice that the panties she had so painstakingly snatched from him, were now missing....