last semester at school.”
“Cool. I wish you luck.”
“Thanks.”
We worked for the next few hours and perfected our paper and presentation. I didn’t like Theresa at first but she was caring and smart, not like most girls I knew. I actually saw her as a friend. “I’m sorry I was rude to you before.”
She gave me a quizzical look. “When have you ever been rude to me?”
Tons of times. She was obviously used to being treated like shit. And that made me sad. “I just wasn’t very friendly.”
“It’s okay. I never noticed anything.” She packed up her things and shoved them into her bag. “I should get home. I’m starving.”
“Me too.” I wanted to invite Keira to dinner. We hadn’t been on an actual date in a long time. And I wanted her to sleep over. The best nights of rest I got were when my body was wrapped around hers, anchoring her to me.
I walked her to the door then opened it.
Keira was standing on the other side, a plastic bag of take-out in her hands.
Why did she always show up when Theresa was here?
Theresa glanced between us. “Well, goodnight. I’ll see you later.” She walked passed Keira and headed to her car.
I knew this didn’t make me look good. I stared at Keira, waiting for her to react.
She didn’t. Her face was stoic and unreadable.
I waited for her to ask why Theresa was here, to make assumptions.
She never asked. “I got Chinese if you’re hungry…”
“I’m starving.” I grabbed her hip and pulled her to me, kissing her hard on the mouth. “But not for food.”
She melted into me, dropping the bag on the ground.
I pulled her so hard to my chest I thought I might pop her. I released my hold then pulled my lips away, not wanting to get too hot too quickly. My need for her was consuming me. The other night, I had a vivid sex dream about her. It was both sensual and erotic. I woke up in wet boxers. Not having sex was increasing my drive.
Her cheeks were flushed when she pulled away, the redness tinting her face. Her eyes smoldered in unbridled desire. She was just as desperate for me as I was for her. “How was your day?”
“It was okay.” I grabbed the bag and walked inside.
“I hope orange chicken is okay.”
“I’ll eat anything, baby.”
Her eyes softened at the use of the tender nickname. I started to blurt it more often the longer we spent time together. My mind naturally claimed her, treating her just the way I did before. I was falling fast for her, feeling my heart recover from the pain she caused me. I felt like she really trusted me, that we wouldn’t mess this up again.
We moved to the table then pulled out the Styrofoam boxes. I scarfed the food down because I was starving. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. Keira picked at her mixed veggies, eating very little.
I was disappointed she didn’t bring an overnight bag. “You should go by your house and pick up some clothes.”
A smile stretched her lips and her eyes brightened visibly. “It’s in the car…I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
“I want you to sleep with me every night, so don’t worry about being presumptuous.”
She continued to smile. “Okay.”
I wasn’t ready for her to move back in, but I wanted her in my bed every night. Not only was she a dreamcatcher, but I loved holding her all night. Our bodies intertwined around each other, unable to be distinguished from one another. My leg was wrapped around hers, and her arm squeezed my waist tightly. We were practically one person.
When we were finished, we tossed everything in the garbage.
She eyed the living room. “You want to watch TV?”
“Not really.” I wanted to get to bed.
The realization came into her eyes. “Okay.”
“I’ll get your bag.” I walked out and snatched it from the car before I headed upstairs into my room.
She was sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
I placed the bag beside her. The static sparked in the air between us. The chemistry was undeniable, and it was
“Cool. I wish you luck.”
“Thanks.”
We worked for the next few hours and perfected our paper and presentation. I didn’t like Theresa at first but she was caring and smart, not like most girls I knew. I actually saw her as a friend. “I’m sorry I was rude to you before.”
She gave me a quizzical look. “When have you ever been rude to me?”
Tons of times. She was obviously used to being treated like shit. And that made me sad. “I just wasn’t very friendly.”
“It’s okay. I never noticed anything.” She packed up her things and shoved them into her bag. “I should get home. I’m starving.”
“Me too.” I wanted to invite Keira to dinner. We hadn’t been on an actual date in a long time. And I wanted her to sleep over. The best nights of rest I got were when my body was wrapped around hers, anchoring her to me.
I walked her to the door then opened it.
Keira was standing on the other side, a plastic bag of take-out in her hands.
Why did she always show up when Theresa was here?
Theresa glanced between us. “Well, goodnight. I’ll see you later.” She walked passed Keira and headed to her car.
I knew this didn’t make me look good. I stared at Keira, waiting for her to react.
She didn’t. Her face was stoic and unreadable.
I waited for her to ask why Theresa was here, to make assumptions.
She never asked. “I got Chinese if you’re hungry…”
“I’m starving.” I grabbed her hip and pulled her to me, kissing her hard on the mouth. “But not for food.”
She melted into me, dropping the bag on the ground.
I pulled her so hard to my chest I thought I might pop her. I released my hold then pulled my lips away, not wanting to get too hot too quickly. My need for her was consuming me. The other night, I had a vivid sex dream about her. It was both sensual and erotic. I woke up in wet boxers. Not having sex was increasing my drive.
Her cheeks were flushed when she pulled away, the redness tinting her face. Her eyes smoldered in unbridled desire. She was just as desperate for me as I was for her. “How was your day?”
“It was okay.” I grabbed the bag and walked inside.
“I hope orange chicken is okay.”
“I’ll eat anything, baby.”
Her eyes softened at the use of the tender nickname. I started to blurt it more often the longer we spent time together. My mind naturally claimed her, treating her just the way I did before. I was falling fast for her, feeling my heart recover from the pain she caused me. I felt like she really trusted me, that we wouldn’t mess this up again.
We moved to the table then pulled out the Styrofoam boxes. I scarfed the food down because I was starving. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. Keira picked at her mixed veggies, eating very little.
I was disappointed she didn’t bring an overnight bag. “You should go by your house and pick up some clothes.”
A smile stretched her lips and her eyes brightened visibly. “It’s in the car…I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
“I want you to sleep with me every night, so don’t worry about being presumptuous.”
She continued to smile. “Okay.”
I wasn’t ready for her to move back in, but I wanted her in my bed every night. Not only was she a dreamcatcher, but I loved holding her all night. Our bodies intertwined around each other, unable to be distinguished from one another. My leg was wrapped around hers, and her arm squeezed my waist tightly. We were practically one person.
When we were finished, we tossed everything in the garbage.
She eyed the living room. “You want to watch TV?”
“Not really.” I wanted to get to bed.
The realization came into her eyes. “Okay.”
“I’ll get your bag.” I walked out and snatched it from the car before I headed upstairs into my room.
She was sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
I placed the bag beside her. The static sparked in the air between us. The chemistry was undeniable, and it was
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