The Rival Roomies

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've loved him from afar.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Though most times he's only a foot away.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm smart enough to know he'll never be anyone's forever.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check. Motorcycle. Check. Chip on his shoulder. Check check.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>If he wasn't my neighbor and friend I may have thrown myself at him. Okay yeah. I wouldn't. Because guys like Dylan don't want a woman who writes kid's math textbooks under him in bed. Instead I pathetically savor morsels of moments where I have his sole attention.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>That was until his archenemy moved in with me. Now suddenly Dylan's moving in too and warning off the first guy in a long time who's showing me interest. Could he finally see me as more than a friend or am I just a prize to win and show off to his enemy?</span></p>