Just so you’re aware: this story interchanges between the perspective of the guy and the girl
My room is always so hot in July. It’s 4am and I’m just lying spread eagle in my underwear staring at the ceiling. I rent a tiny room I pay way too much for on the top of floor of a shared house, which seems to be more of a greenhouse than anything else. I live with three girls which sounds amazing but to be honest we’re all almost always out of the house and don’t hang out much, besides, I’m quite quiet anyway.
I share the top floor with one of my roommates, but her room is massive in comparison to mine, I have no idea how she can afford it. Our rooms seem to have been connected at one time as there’s a cheap painted piece of wood nailed into the space where a door would normally be in the corner which means that sound travels between our rooms pretty easily.