I Thought My Roommate Hated Me, Until I Heard His Thoughts

Synopsis

My hot roommate had been acting weird lately. Every time he saw me, he blushed and looked away. I figured he hated me. Then one night, while I was hugging my stuffed bear, his voice went off in my head, wrecked and humiliated. "Please, don't touch me there." I looked down at the bear I had been mauling. I froze. I had apparently stumbled onto an earth-shattering secret.