Screwmates

I knew from the first time I saw Marc Kirby that I was screwed.

Big eyes, scruffy face, brown curls -- yes, yes, and yes. The man is wicked hot.

He's also my roommate, and since I work nights and he's at class all day it's like living alone at half the rent.

Then an unexpected night off turns into an unexpected morning in Marc's bed -- and an even more unexpected realization that both of us are terrible in the sack.

This is not great news for Marc who's going on a bangcation at the end of the summer -- a whole month in France that he's planned to spend getting busy with the women of Paris.

It's also not great news for me for obvious reasons.

With both of us needing work on our skills, there's only one logical solution to our predicament.

Told you I was screwed.