Four in a dorm room?

Back inside East Hall, they were all as wet as each other.

Unfortunately for Mark, it wasn’t the type of wet that he was expecting to get Ali tonight.

The three of them grabbed some towels from the bathrooms and tried to dry themselves on the outside. Luckily for them, they weren’t too badly affected by the water, it could have been a lot worse.

It was almost a little awkward as the three didn’t know whether or not they should all go back to the same room or back to their own dorms. While standing outside of Ali’s dorm room, she answered that question.

“You’s can come in if you like,” she then told them.

Walking inside, they were greeted by Miranda who was sitting at her desk in matching pink pjs.

“What the hell?! What happened to you guys?” She asked, noticing their hair and how part of their clothes were all wet.

Things between Mark and Miranda had improved over time. After the break up incident with Tiffany last year, things were at an all time low with Mark seeing just how vindictive the busty blonde could be.

Since then, Miranda had changed a bit, realising that the bitchy side of her was coming out far more than she would have liked. If only she could mend fences with Winter, everything would be back to normal.

“Why do people get so weird over sport,” Miranda muttered as she helped dry her roommate’s arms with the towel.

She had no interest in the NFL or any major sporting league, listening to Ali talk about the Super Bowl Al week was **** enough for her.

“It wasn’t our fault, those fucking Kansas City wankers,” Jackson said, shaking his head.

Mark realised that he definitley didn’t know it was Dixon who threw the water and was shouting down at them. If he did, he wouldn’t have agreed to let it go.

“Well let me help you out of that jacket,” Miranda said, walking over to Jackson.

The two had become friendly since Jackson’s arrival here. After Mark warned him about how crazy she could get, Jackson was still interested in getting with her again. He was definitely hoping that now they were all here together, he may be **** to leave Ali alone as he focused on getting closer with Miranda.

Miranda helped Jackson out of his 49ers jacket before removing his t shirt as well which was sticking to his body due to the wetness of it.

“You can stay here with me, I’ve got space in the bed,” Miranda told the topless Jackson as he used the towel again.

He nodded, undressing further, taking off everything but hid underwear.

Mark then looked at Ali, wondering if she was going to ask him the same thing or if he would be **** to head back to his own room.

Her lips curled into a smile, a smile he hadn’t seen since half way through the fourth quarter of the Super Bowl. She tilted her head towards the bed, welcoming him to join her.

Major win. The first big win of the night.

Mark changed out of his wet clothes just like Jackson had done, ending up in just his underwear. He couldn’t help but notice that Miranda was taking a peek too just like Ali was. It helped with his confidence, knowing that even Miranda was impressed with how well he had treated his body since the last time she saw him like this.

As he did so, Ali removed her 49ers jersey, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. It was Mark and Jackson’s time to perv now as they checked out her incredible skinny frame in just a white sports bra and a pair of short shorts.

The room was quite a mess now with the carpet covered by different items of clothing and wet towels.

Moments later, all four of them were nice and settled on top of the two beds. An odd situation that he certainly didn’t expect.