- roommates - dnf -

- 3 -

Dream
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George slept in my bed last night.

I'm in my room drinking coffee, thinking about last night. I passed out after Sapnap left, I really should've slept in Georges room and then I wouldn't have to have a bad back right now.

   He didn't fix the sheets this morning, I'm not mad about it, kind of reminded me he was there. I have work today, I always have work on Tuesdays. I almost want to call in sick just so I can be near George.

   I go into the living room and George is there, he flashed me a quick smile then returned to the programme on the tv. "I have work today." I say out of the blue. He looks up at me, god, he should really stop looking at me like that. I'm not sure how long how I can control myself.

   "Where do you work?" He asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I respond in a playful tone. He gasped and shook his head, "No! I was just curious."

   I had a grin on my face while he tried to change the subject, so I spat out, "Bookstore." He turned to me with furrowed brows, "What?"

   "I work in a bookstore." I say it more clearly so he can process it. He doesn't look mad, "Seriously?" I nod my head and he laughs, I'm confused now. "I love books." He confesses.
"Me too, I work Tuesdays and Wednesdays."
"Yeah? What time?" He checks the time on his phone then looks back to me. Is it getting hot in here? Or is it just me?

   I cleared my throat, "One till seven." He smiled a little more, I shoot him a confused look, "That's a lot of time I've got alone in the apartment."

   Oh. "Gonna throw a party or something?" He has a smirk glued to his face as if I'm supposed to know what he's hinting at. He nods slowly, "The biggest party ever." I'm not sure how much longer I can take of this.

   "Alright, George." I chuckle and he's still watching me with those deep brown pools, "I'm going to get ready." He finally looked away from me, "Oh! And did you move the painkillers? I cant find them."

   "Wouldn't you like to know?" He grinned at me, i clenched my jaw and he quickly retracted, "I'm kidding, they're in the bathroom, where they should be."

   I roll my eyes and head into the bathroom, his things are everywhere. I can tell they're his because half of the things, are things I've never seen before, even after living with my mom and sister.

   Not that I mind his things are here, it's comforting in a way I can't describe. I find the pain killers and swallow a few for the huge headache that is making it hard for me to stay awake.

   I wander back into the living room, "I see you've claimed your territory." I send a smile over to George who looks confused, "Your stuff is all over the bathroom."

   "Oh, I can move it if you want." He offers while standing up, I shake my head and tell him to sit back down. "I don't mind." He gets up anyway and goes into his room. I'd follow him but I don't want to come across as clingy so I stay seated.

   He comes back in a couple minutes and hands me a small piece of paper, "Would you grab these books for me? I need them for my class." I read over the list and realise he's lying to me again.

Books:
- milk and honey
- girl in pieces
- ugly love, Colleen hoover

   I raise a brow, "Colleen Hoover? For class?" He looks at me, face reddening a little,
"Well, that one is for me."

   "Of course." I grin and put the list in my pocket. "I'd better be off, don't wanna be late."

   "We wouldn't want that." George shook his head. I stifled a laugh and headed towards the door, "See you at about," I check my watch, "Ten past seven."

   His smile is soft and coated in honey, I want to lick it right off his lips, "Okay, see you then."

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   Work was okay, boring, as usual. Nothing great happened, I bought the books for George and had a brownie from the cafe. I also had time to read some of the poetry book because the shop was quiet today.

   And George wasn't in the living room when I got home. But the shower
was running, so that'd probably be my first guess on where he was. Normally, I would've went inside my room, but I wasn't going to miss the show. What show? You ask, well, the shower has been shut off so you're about to find out.

   After a few minutes of waiting, the bathroom door opens and a cloud of steam is released into the apartment, I get wafted a scent of rose and I'm drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
And here he comes, a towel, wrapped very loosely around his skin waist. Even the gentlest pull could reveal so much to me. I want to do it so badly but I'm afraid he'll be upset.

   So I keep my hands to myself. He's barely tried to dry himself off before coming out. His hair is still dripping wet and water drops are racing down his skin and dripping from porcelain fingertips.

   "You like to stare at me, Dream." He tells me. I know. Did i really make it that obvious? I tried to hide it. Trust me, George. It's difficult to keep my eyes away from you.

   "Sorry." I mumble, I'm surprised at myself for the lack of voice. I have no idea where my confidence has gone. I hear him let out a bit of laughter, so before he can make fun of me any longer, I go into the bathroom.

I was slapped in the face by the scent of hot, rose steam, I craved it, it caressed my body, made my shirt see-through as I looked for the source. And there it was. 'Rose bud scented shampoo.' The lid of the bottle is still open and I sniff it a little and it's overpowering. I can only imagine what Georges hair would smell like.

It's difficult to ignore the fact that just minutes ago, he was in the running water, naked, massaging his scalp with delicate fingers. If George really did smell like that shampoo, then I'd have no problem breathing him in until there was nothing left.

I flush the toilet and head back out into the living room, "Books are on the kitchen counter by the way." I call out to his room. I hear a small gasp and rummaging. What could he be doing in there? Soon after, he comes out wearing a huge jumper and sweatpants. The jumper is far to large to be his, or it is and it was purposeful. I think I have a similar one to his.

   I memorise the look of excitement on his face as he leans into the bag to look at what I've brought him. He acts like he didn't make the list himself and I've brought him something nice, "I bought you a bookmark."

   "Oh, that's sweet." He smiles, "I usually just fold down the pages."

   I gasp and shake my head disapprovingly, "No! That ruins the book. Promise me you'll never do that again?"  I hold out my pinky finger so he knows I'm not kidding. He sighs and tells me how dumb I am, then wraps his smaller finger around mine then we shake them together.

   "I promise."

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I finished reading a colleen hoover book and it was so good! It actually inspired me to write this book:>

- jess <3