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Landon’s just how he liked it—with
everything—and two coffees. Unfortunately, his order was ready way
too soon. Hell, even after he grabbed the bag and drink holder, he
looked around the barren room, searching for something, anything,
to delay him just a little bit longer. He sighed, defeated, and
walked out. He was back to the room within minutes. Maybe Landon
was still asleep and Mitchell wouldn’t have to interact with him
just yet. When he opened the door and stepped inside, that hope
died a swift death.
    “ Good morning,” Mitchell
said hesitantly.
    Landon groaned in response as he sat on the
edge of his bed, his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.
    Mitchell gently closed the door behind him.
He’d considered locking it, but decided against that in case he
needed to make a quick getaway. He moved toward Landon.
    “ Got you some breakfast.”
His head shot up, and Mitchell suppressed a wince at how bloodshot
his roommate’s eyes were. “Figured you’d need it.”
    Landon reached out, and Mitchell walked over
and handed him the sack. Then he turned to the side where their
makeshift kitchen was and grabbed a bottle of water out of the dorm
fridge and some aspirin off the counter, burning his nervous
energy.
    “ Here.” He handed over the
water and pills before retreating to his side of the room. Landon
guzzled the drink and downed the meds before pulling out his
breakfast.
    “ Thanks.” His voice was
gravel, and another emotion swamped Mitchell. Guilt. His roommate
had obviously been more wasted than he’d realized. It would be so
easy for the guy to pin the blame of last night on him. Out of the
two, Mitchell had been the only one in his right mind.
    And the only one really turned on by the
thought of what had happened. His head dropped. He was the worst
kind of bastard. He should’ve stopped Landon the moment he
mentioned testing the lube. He knew where something like that would
go. It didn’t matter if Landon was straight. He’d also been drunk,
and not coherent enough to think rationally. Mitchell deserved any
punishment he dished out.
    “ What’s the matter with
you?”
    Mitchell’s gaze flew to Landon’s bloodshot
one. It was time to face the music. But instead of an angry,
accusatory stare, Landon was sporting a frown. “Huh?” was the only
word he managed.
    “ I’m the one with the
killer headache. Why do you look like your puppy just
died?”
    Mitchell swallowed, trying
to appear calm, but frantically thinking how to reply. “Rough
night.” It was true. It had been a rough night after they’d gotten off together. At
least for Mitchell. Landon had just crashed.
    “ What time did I get home?”
he asked, focusing back on his eggs.
    Mitchell stared at his roommate blankly. Why
wasn’t he berating him yet? Was he playing some kind of game? He
rubbed his hands on his pants, knowing it didn’t really matter if
he was. He cleared his throat as he steeled himself for however
Landon wanted to have this conversation. If the guy wanted to toy
with him some, he’d let him. “Um, around midnight.”
    “ Damn,” he breathed. “I
don’t remember shit after doing Jello shots off Lizzie’s belly.” He
looked up. “Did someone drop me off?”
    Mitchell felt his mouth open, his jaw
working on a reply his brain hadn’t yet sent to his mouth. “Don’t
know. Nobody came in with you.”
    Landon made a noncommittal sound as he
nodded and returned to his breakfast. He kept eating and even
reached for his phone to check messages as if everything was
normal. As if…
    He doesn’t
know . Holy shit! Mitchell stood and busied
himself with light cleaning. He wanted to pace but knew Landon
would question why he was fidgety. Within ten minutes, Landon had
finished his breakfast and grabbed some clothes on his way to the
shower. Mitchell stared at his retreating back, still speechless.
Should he confess last night’s events or shut the hell up about it?
Would Landon believe him if he told