I got home and sighed, pressing myself against the back of my bedroom door and kicking my shoes off. I could hear my roommate enter the house not too long after, the apartment door slamming shut like it always did when he came home.
It was becoming increasingly harder to deal with him, given that he was also my direct supervisor at work. People were beginning to suspect a relationship, which was not true, and all I wanted to do was crawl under my covers and pretend it wasn’t happening, at least until the next shift I had to work.
I stripped down to a teeshirt and underwear, curling under the covers and blasting the heater on in the corner of the room. The moon was glistening into the room, covering the wood floors with a cool blue hue, and I listened as Ethan played music off his phone and started the shower in the shared bathroom between our rooms. I would have preferred my own bathroom, but beggars can’t be choosers when you have a limited budget finding apartments in the city.