Tangled Up in Blue

Man Radar

Blue

Our new roomie must be just thrilled to see that asshat Hunter sprawled  on her bed.

He's on his back on the bare mattress, with nothing left to the imagination. 

Some blonde is curled up next to him, snoring softly, her mouth open and a line of drool on her chin.

No idea who she is. But she certainly looks like Hunter's type: hot and "breezy"—his slang for an easy broad. 

Hunter's not exactly Mr. Sensitivity when it comes to women.

Why he steered her into Keegan's room instead of his own last night, I have no clue. 

Maybe he already had a girl, or two, passed out in his room downstairs. I wouldn't put it past him.

Keegan is gawking at them, wide-eyed. 

There's something quirky and coltish about this girl that I kind of like. 

She's got legs that go on for days, just the right amount on top to fill out the little black tank she's wearing, and long, glossy brown hair that I immediately want to bury my face in.

Physically, she's definitely my type. 

And, assuming my man radar is in good working order, the attraction between us is mutual.

Keegan wants me; I can feel it.

You'd think I would've learned my lesson about hooking up with housemates, after the whole Kendra drama. 

But what the hell. We're all adults. And I would like to get to know Keegan better.

Thing is, though, when she took off her sunglasses in the living room and I saw her eyes, I almost choked. 

The memory slammed into me of another girl on the other side of the world with eerily similar eyes: same color, same shape, same old-soul expression. 

It freaked me out.

Spotting the guitar pick on the floor gave me a reason to bend over for a moment so I could hide my face and get my shit together. 

It's not the first time since I became a civilian I've suddenly been on the verge of tears. 

Maybe I'm trying to see that girl in other people; maybe I can't let go of her memory.

I walk to the bed and twist Hunter's big toe hard to wake him up.

At the same moment, Max runs into the room, his nails clicking on the wood floor. 

He goes straight to the bed and sticks his cold nose into the blonde's nicely toned ass. 

Yowling, Hunter and the blonde try to sit up at the same time and said blonde rolls off the bed and hits the floor, which gets Max barking, thinking she wants to play.

"Get that fucking dog away from me!" she screams, jumping to her feet while trying—pointlessly—to cover her privates with her hands.

Max keeps barking and rushes toward her, rearing up playfully.

And she kicks him, sending him scrambling behind me like a coward. 

For a German Shepherd, the dog's no canine cop. 

"Hey!" I yell. "Don't kick the dog! He's just trying to play."

She grabs her clothes off the floor and runs into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Jesus, Blue," Hunter moans, cradling his head in his hands. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Seriously, dude?" I snarl. "Your girl just fucking kicked my dog!" 

I pick up Hunter's boxers and throw them at him. 

"And our new roomie here," I go on, gesturing toward Keegan, "just had to walk into her room and see your nasty bare asses all over her bed. What the hell are you doing in here, anyway?"

Hunter clutches his underwear in one hand and squints painfully at the sun pouring through the window. 

Then he turns to Keegan, giving her a cocky smirk and a sloppy salute.

"Hi sweetheart," he drawls, running his eyes all over her. "I've got to say, you are definitely an improvement over the last girl who was in this room. Welcome."

"Get the fuck out so she can move in!" I yell, cursing under my breath as I move toward the bed, ready to grab the jackass by the hair and yank him off. 

I don't outweigh him by much, but I'll bet I've got better fighting skills than he does.

Hunter evades my grasp, rolling off the bed. 

Then, still naked, he throws a flirtatious grin at Keegan as he strolls past her and out the door.