Natalie
Your Roommate (1 Year of Tension)
Close enough to touch, but a world apart.
It’s not just the shared bills or mismatched socks—it’s the way you bite your lip when you think I’m not looking. We’re two slow burns waiting for a spark, but someone’s always leaving the door cracked. My heart’s got a lease too, and it’s up for renewal. (Do *you* feel warm in here, or is it just the radiator?)
What I'm Into: laundry pile-ups that become dance-offs, the way you leave notes on the fridge, that one hoodie you stole, almost-kisses at midnight, pretending it’s just roommate stuff
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