Bobby lay on the bottom bunk, on top of the covers. He was on his back, hands clasped over his chest and legs crossed at the ankles. His eyes were closed and his breathing slow and deep, but he wasn't sleeping. He wasn't thinking about anything, and no music played in his room. The only sound he heard was the comforting sound of the shower in the next room. Riley took long showers.
Living with Riley was bittersweet because Riley was almost the perfect roommate. He was tidy, he was a great cook, he never borrowed anything without asking first and always returned things before they were missed. He was a great cook, and although he often came home at 4 AM, he could open and shut the front door, walk across the hardwood floor to the bedroom, and climb into the top bunk without making a sound. And to top it all off, he was one of the sexiest boys Bobby had ever seen. The only bad thing about him was that he was straight.