Floor... femboy

You head inside and go up the stairs. Your mind is going a million miles an hour even tho everyone you know will support you. Doesn’t help max has a hard time not showing that he has had a crush on you since you guys moved in together.

You guys met back in college, he was apart of some of the same clubs as you. Back then you had a girlfriend but it was a toxic relationship and max was there when shit hit the fan. When you graduated you found a job in the same city as the college. But you weren’t able to afford living on your own Max’s was in the same predicament. So you guys moved in together.

Within the first 6 months of living together max found a dildo under your bed when he was looking for the spare computer. That you also kept under your bed. Ever since then Max acted anxious around you.

You start thinking of max as you start on the third flight of stairs. He’s 6ft tall with sandy blond hair that’s sits below his chin. He’s not buff but he’s not lanky and body wise he’s hairless. As you reach the forth floor you come out of your daydream about your roommate and blush deeply.

You reach your apartment door and you look at your self before you enter. Your auburn hair is short and curly, your 5ft 9in with an ass that puts Megan thee stallion to shame. You have cute a cups that tent your t-shirt slightly. “Time to go in I guess” you say anxiously.