My Sexy Basement Roommate: A Slow Burn

My Sexy Basement Roommate: A Slow Burn

The basement was one long rectangle. Two bedrooms at opposite ends, a narrow bathroom in the middle, and the kitchen open to the living space. Concrete walls, low ceiling, one high window that let in a strip of afternoon light. Cheap, private, and ours.

Meera moved in with two suitcases and a yoga mat she never used. Brown skin, quiet voice, the kind of body that looked strong even when she was just standing at the counter in an oversized T-shirt. She worked from home most days. So did I. We learned each other’s rhythms fast.

It started with the small things.

She’d walk past me in the morning wearing only a thin tank top and shorts, hair still messy ...