My Book Boyfriend--Roger

My Book Boyfriend is a weekly meme hosted by Missie at The Unread Reader

This week I read Amy and Roger's Epic Detour by Morgan Matson and fell in love with Roger.

About Roger
*Just finished his freshman year of college
*Is a history major
*Has the best music taste ever.
(Fall Out Boy, Hellogoodby, Tom Petty, Jack's Mannequin, The Decemberists, All American Rejects, Franz Ferdinand, Bowling For Soup, The Hush Sound,...)
*Loves fast food more than anything
*Runs his fingers through his hair when nervous.
*Great listener
*sweetest boyfriend ever.

Physical description
"The guy coming toward me was shockingly good-looking. He had broad shoulders, light brown hair, dark eyes, and he was already smiling at me."
"...and I'd put it on that morning automatically, without considering the possibility that this Roger guy might be disarmingly cute.
And he really was, I saw now that he was closer. He had wide hazel eyes and unfairly long lashes, a scattering of freckles, and an air of easy confidence."

Who should play him in a movie
I picture my Roger to look a little somethin' like Matt Lanter.

“The best discoveries always happened to the people who weren't looking for them. Columbus and America. Pinzón who stumbled on Brazil while looking for the West Indies. Stanley happening on Victoria Falls. And you. Amy Curry when I was least expecting her."

I smiled back at him while feeling sharply just how much I was going to miss him. It was almost a physical pain. "I'm on that list?"
"You're at the top of that list." He leaned over and kissed me and I kissed back.”
 

“Saying good-bye is basically an invitation not to see a person again. It's making it okay for that to be the last conversation you have. So if you don't say it--if you leave the conversation open--it means you'll have to see them again."

“He stood and looked at me for a moment, taking in my outfit. "You look hot."

"What? Me?" I stammered, completely flummoxed.

"Yeah," he said, still looking at me.

"Oh. Um, thank you. I mean, not that you don’t, but I’m not sure that you should—I mean …"

"Oh, no," Roger said quickly, and I could see that he was blushing again. "No. I mean—I meant what you’re wearing. Are you going to be too warm?”

“Hey," he said smiling at me pulling off his sunglasses. "Did you get me something good?"

"I think so," I said trying to ignore how hard my heart was beating. Then before I could think about it or analyze or consider what I was doing I leaned over and kissed him.”   

 "I knew Roger was tired, but clearly he hadn't been too tired to notice that the whole room had been set up with the expectation that the people staying in it would be having sex.

We were in the honeymoon suite. The expectation of sex was in the very atmosphere, like perfume, but less subtle. This was worse than sharing a bed in Yosemite, even if this bed was bigger. It was like there was an elephant in the room. An elephant that expected us to have sex."