You Wooed The Wrong Roommate
Language: en
It took my roommate a whole week of cornering Holden Pierce outside his frat house just to get him to give up his number for me. To thank her for helping me take that terrifying first step, I drained my entire summer internship savings to buy her the Prada bag she’d been obsessing over. Right after that, I threw my entire soul into texting Holden. I agonized over every word. By day, we shared the mundane little details of our lives; by night, we traded our deepest, quietest secrets in the dark. A year passed. We became the kind of intimately tethered friends who could talk about…