Just jokes

“Well, look who I get to room with,” Derek drawled, lounging back on his bed, hands behind his head. “A beautiful girl. I must be living right.”Trevor froze in the doorway, her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. The comment stung, not because of its flirtatious nature, but because it made her question whether he saw her, really saw her. “Yeah, you’re living the dream,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. She dumped her bag on the floor and focused on anything else but the warmth creeping up her cheeks. Derek’s constant flirting was bound to get old fast.Derek, for his part, didn’t seem to mind her sharp response. In fact, it seemed to encourage him. “Come on, don’t act like you hate it,” he teased, sitting up with a grin. “I’m harmless. Just trying to make you feel welcome.”