talking to Kayla, but deep down I know she’s harmless and doesn’t know any better so I just deal with it. There are worse girls out there who I could be roomed with.
“Yeah, I guess you just get used to her after a while,” I answer, shrugging my shoulders.
“Shit, I don’t know if I could. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard.”
Realizing that I’ve said that same thing about her, I burst out laughing.
“What?” he smiles, turning and looking at me.
“It’s just funny listening to how you’re describing her because these are all things I’ve thought to myself since living with her,” I say. “It’s like we share a brain.”
Glancing over at me with the smile that makes my insides weak, he squeezes my thigh and says, “we fit good together,” then turns his head back towards the road.
Yes. We. Do.
Although it should have only taken an hour or so to get through our notes, the constant flirting, kissing, and teasing prolonged our study session well into the afternoon. Noticing that there’s no way of getting anymore done, I give into Matt’s millionth attempt of pushing me back on the bed.
Just as he slips his hand down my pants to tease my new favorite spot, my phone starts ringing with the tone designated for my parents.
Shit, it’s Sunday.
Slipping out from underneath him, I fish through my bag to retrieve my phone before it goes to voicemail.
“Hello?” I answer right before the last ring.
“Honey?” my mom says in a questionable tone.
“Hi, Mom,” I say, looking at Matt with an apologetic look.
“Leah, why do you sound so out of breath?”
“I was, uh, across the hall when I heard my phone ringing,” I lie, biting my lower lip and scrunching my forehead, hoping I sound convincing enough for her not to continue.
“Were you with friends?”
Yeah, my boyfriend.
“No, I was in the bathroom.”
“Oh, Leah. I wish you’d branch out and meet some new people,” she says in a caring voice.
If only you knew how much I have.
“I know and I will,” I respond in an encouraging voice.
“Well, your dad and I want to come visit next weekend,” she adds in a more chipper tone.
“Yeah, sure. That sounds good.”
“We’re thinking Saturday evening for supper?”
“That sounds great, Mom.”
“Okay, Honey. We’ll see you next weekend then.”
“K. Love you, Mom.”
“Love you, too, Sweetheart.”
Pressing the end button and letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, I turn to see Matt smiling at me with a devilish grin.
“What?” I ask, wondering what’s running through that head of his.
“Didn’t want to tell your folks that your boyfriend had his hands down your pants ready to get you off?” he asks with a smirk.
“Um, I don’t think it’d be in your best interest to let them in on that detail,” I assure him.
“Yeah, probably wouldn’t make the best first impression, huh?”
“Yeah, probably not,” I agree. “They’re coming to visit Saturday night.”
I throw it out to him to see what he thinks about meeting them.
“Shit, I’ve got an away game in Binghamton on Saturday and probably won’t get home until late,” he answers, looking disappointed.
“So you’d wanna meet them if you could?” I ask.
“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t you want me to?” he asks, confused.
“Yeah, of course. I just didn’t know if you’d want to.”
Grabbing my sides, he picks me up and sets me down on his lap so that I’m straddling him. “Baby, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. Now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go. So yeah, I wanna meet your parents. I wanna know everything about you.”
Just when I don’t think he can’t get anymore sweet, he says something like that and sends my heart into a fluttering mess. Giving him the most sincere smile possible, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him softly on the lips.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I whisper softly against his lips.
“You make me that
“Yeah, I guess you just get used to her after a while,” I answer, shrugging my shoulders.
“Shit, I don’t know if I could. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard.”
Realizing that I’ve said that same thing about her, I burst out laughing.
“What?” he smiles, turning and looking at me.
“It’s just funny listening to how you’re describing her because these are all things I’ve thought to myself since living with her,” I say. “It’s like we share a brain.”
Glancing over at me with the smile that makes my insides weak, he squeezes my thigh and says, “we fit good together,” then turns his head back towards the road.
Yes. We. Do.
Although it should have only taken an hour or so to get through our notes, the constant flirting, kissing, and teasing prolonged our study session well into the afternoon. Noticing that there’s no way of getting anymore done, I give into Matt’s millionth attempt of pushing me back on the bed.
Just as he slips his hand down my pants to tease my new favorite spot, my phone starts ringing with the tone designated for my parents.
Shit, it’s Sunday.
Slipping out from underneath him, I fish through my bag to retrieve my phone before it goes to voicemail.
“Hello?” I answer right before the last ring.
“Honey?” my mom says in a questionable tone.
“Hi, Mom,” I say, looking at Matt with an apologetic look.
“Leah, why do you sound so out of breath?”
“I was, uh, across the hall when I heard my phone ringing,” I lie, biting my lower lip and scrunching my forehead, hoping I sound convincing enough for her not to continue.
“Were you with friends?”
Yeah, my boyfriend.
“No, I was in the bathroom.”
“Oh, Leah. I wish you’d branch out and meet some new people,” she says in a caring voice.
If only you knew how much I have.
“I know and I will,” I respond in an encouraging voice.
“Well, your dad and I want to come visit next weekend,” she adds in a more chipper tone.
“Yeah, sure. That sounds good.”
“We’re thinking Saturday evening for supper?”
“That sounds great, Mom.”
“Okay, Honey. We’ll see you next weekend then.”
“K. Love you, Mom.”
“Love you, too, Sweetheart.”
Pressing the end button and letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, I turn to see Matt smiling at me with a devilish grin.
“What?” I ask, wondering what’s running through that head of his.
“Didn’t want to tell your folks that your boyfriend had his hands down your pants ready to get you off?” he asks with a smirk.
“Um, I don’t think it’d be in your best interest to let them in on that detail,” I assure him.
“Yeah, probably wouldn’t make the best first impression, huh?”
“Yeah, probably not,” I agree. “They’re coming to visit Saturday night.”
I throw it out to him to see what he thinks about meeting them.
“Shit, I’ve got an away game in Binghamton on Saturday and probably won’t get home until late,” he answers, looking disappointed.
“So you’d wanna meet them if you could?” I ask.
“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t you want me to?” he asks, confused.
“Yeah, of course. I just didn’t know if you’d want to.”
Grabbing my sides, he picks me up and sets me down on his lap so that I’m straddling him. “Baby, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. Now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go. So yeah, I wanna meet your parents. I wanna know everything about you.”
Just when I don’t think he can’t get anymore sweet, he says something like that and sends my heart into a fluttering mess. Giving him the most sincere smile possible, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him softly on the lips.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I whisper softly against his lips.
“You make me that
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