Zeke couldn't wrap his head around this... roommate of his. He was difficult to understand, and it infuriated him more than anything. And did he just say he had jerked off in his bed?!
Zeke stood there as she opened the door, and he had never seen a more obvious guilty look in someone's eyes. Hellcat was avoiding his gaze, with his lips pursed, while trembling slightly on his feet.
"What the fuck did you do with my cover?" He growled.
She gripped the door handle, "Nothing. I was only kidding...,"
"Kidding?" His brow arched in question and even more fury, and he glanced at the blanket in her hand.
"If I actually...did that on your blanket, you would have sniffed it out by now, wouldn't you?" She argued, finally looking in his eyes again.
