roommate!calum walks in on you getting changed
The air of your apartment was cold, which was undoubtedly a result of Calumâs doing. He was your roommate who continuously found the opportunity to complain about your habit of turning up the thermostat. You couldnât really help yourself - it was winter and the weather was nearly freezing.
As you stepped out of the shower, it was then when you really were frustrated with him most considering you were dripping wet and not even your fuzzy bathrobe was helping to take the chill from your bones. You grumbled under your breath as you made your way into your bedroom, your hair twisted into a towel and your feet padding gently on the hardwood flooring.
âCalum!â You found the nerve to call out his name in annoyance after a prolonged moment. âStop turning off the damn heat.â
The only response to your virtual whine was silence, sounding out throughout your apartment, even behind your closed bedroom door. You only sighed heavily and rolled your eyes. He was ignoring you, clearly.
You peeled your bathrobe from your shoulders, sliding it down the expanse of your arms before stepping over to your dresser. You were bent down in front of your open drawer, shoving a pair of clean underwear up your thighs, and that was when you heard it. Your bedroom door creaked open and Calum barged right in, a puzzled look on his face as he muttered, âWhat did you say?â
âCalum, get out!â You sputtered. Your hands were practically flailing as you struggled to cover up your body with the towel that was wrapped around your hair.
He immediately froze in place, the confused expression that had been etched into his features soon replaced with one of shock. His cheeks flushed just slightly, his dark eyes widening and lips parting. âOh, fuck - Iâm sorry! I thought you needed me or something, you called my name!â
âI didnât need you!â You bit back, your face warm and your skin now prickling up with heat. âJ-Just get out! Stop looking.â You breathed, taking the towel from your hair to pull it over your body.
Calum immediately broke out into laughter, doubled over as his chuckles echoed around the expanse of your bedroom. He ran his fingers through his hair before straightening out his posture, his cheeks still florid from the embarrassment that the both of you just endured. âSorry, Y/N. But thanks anyway for the show.â
You scowled at him, noting the way that his grin seemed to swallow up his face even more. âYeah, whatever. Go turn on the heat.â
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