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Roommate Rules: No Falling in Love

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Apartment Tour

I stood in the doorway, suitcase in hand, staring at what was supposed to be my sanctuary for the next year.

The apartment was small but cute—sunlight pouring through big windows, a tiny kitchen, and two bedrooms on opposite sides of the living room. Perfect for privacy.

Or so I thought.

"You're Aria, right?" A smooth, teasing voice came from behind me.

I turned around and nearly dropped my bag.

The girl leaning against the kitchen counter wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh and... well, from the way it clung to her chest, it was clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her blonde-pink hair was tousled like she'd just woken up, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief.

And her breasts—God, they were huge. The thin fabric stretched tight across them, the outline of everything way too visible. I forced my eyes up to her face, cheeks already burning.

"Y-Yeah. Aria Voss. You must be Lana?"

She grinned, pushing off the counter and walking toward me. The shirt shifted with every step, riding up just enough to make my heart stutter.

"Welcome home, roomie." She held out her hand, then suddenly pulled me into a hug instead.

I froze as her body pressed against mine—soft, warm, and way too much skin. Her chest squished against mine, and I swear I could feel everything through my thin sweater. She smelled like vanilla and something sweeter.

She pulled back, smirking like she knew exactly what she'd done to me. "You're cute when you blush."

"I—I don't blush," I stammered, adjusting my glasses even though they were fine.

"Liar." She laughed, turning to give me a full view as she walked back to the kitchen. The shirt lifted just enough in the back... nope, definitely no shorts.

I swallowed hard. This was going to be a long year.

"Ground rules," I said quickly, trying to regain control. "No loud parties, clean up after yourself, and... um... clothes in common areas?"

Lana glanced over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "Clothes are optional in my book. But for you, cutie, I'll try."

She winked.

I was so screwed.