26 | Georgia
IS IT A requirement to be a male model to live in this house?
I swear to God, every man in here right now looks like a teenage girl’s wet dream. Jonah is drunk as all get out, but his handsome looks are still mesmerizing. He’s not nearly as good looking as Henry, of course; but at 6’2, with caramel-tinted hair and deep brown eyes, you can’t help but feel a little nervous around him. His cheeks and jaw are chiseled, much like the rest of his body, which is effortlessly tanned and covered in numerous tattoos of all different styles. I haven’t really met Jonah before – only seen him in passing when I still lived next door. But I can tell why so many girls go feral over him, filling his house to the brim in sexy outfits the second he announces a party is being thrown.
Danny is sober, thank God, and adorable as always. He’s slightly shorter than the other two – about 6 foot or so – but still very fit. Henry tells me that Danny used to feel insecure that he didn’t play football like his roommates, but, apparently, he now focuses that energy into constantly working out in the gym. His overgrown, golden-blonde hair hangs across his forehead in defined curls; it’s styled, but in that effortlessly messy way. His teeth are perfectly white and straight, beaming through his dimpled, boyish smile.
This house must attract women like moths to a freaking flame.
I suddenly realize just how many girls have probably been pinned to this couch, like I was a few minutes ago.
Barf.