The Taunting (College Life #1)

Tell me what you think of me

"You want to watch a movie?" Andreas asked me, slipping on his shorts and plopping down on the bed, patting a space next to him.

"Sure," I say quickly, sitting in the spot next to him, our legs almost touching.

My back is stiff. Usually, Andreas and I just have sex, or play with each other, he smacks my ass and I go my separate way. But now, now he wants to hang out, watch a movie.

He doesn't want a girlfriend, my mind warns me.

Of course, I knew that. I think about it all the time, he doesn't want a girlfriend, but it doesn't seem like it since we're doing girlfriend-boyfriend things. Or maybe this is just what two people that fuck around do, a cooling-off regime.

Don't overthink it, just relax and chill the fuck out.

I look over to see Andreas flipping through Netflix for something to watch. One arm leaned back on the bed, holding himself up. His curly black hair is matted to his forehead, our little session made him sweat up a storm, which is currently turning me on.

My mind goes back to a few minutes ago, how fucking hot that was. I didn't know what I was doing at first, but when I swiped all that stuff off his desk, I blacked out, the only thing on my mind was pleasuring myself and Andreas.

I'm going crazy, and the only cure to the madness is Andreas Chen.

"Do you have anything in mind you want to watch?" He asked, eyes never leaving the screen.

"Whatever you want, really. I'm sure you have good taste."

His head turns to me, slowly, he squints in my direction, feeling on my arm. "Is this you, Elizabeth? Did a ghost or something take over your body?"

I push his hand off of my arm, he rests it now on my bare thigh, I dare not move it. "Oh please, don't act like I'm mean to you all the time."

Bewilderment is written all over his exquisite face. "Are you serious? You've never said a nice thing about me."

"I have."

"No, you have not."

Then, I start to think, maybe I haven't said anything nice to him. I feel his hand skim up my leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh, I don't acknowledge it, because then that would make it awkward.

I sigh, "Fine, let me think of something nice to say to you. It's really hard actually." I strum my finger over my chin.

He just rolls his eyes, "Forget it." I see a wave of hurt come over his fine features.

"No, I've got something." I take the remote out of his hand and turn myself towards him. He focuses on me, "You're very nice."

The look on his face was bland, then he laughs, "You're very nice? What a lame compliment, I can say something nice about you."

"I'm all ears."

He sits up in the bed, taking my hand in his, stroking over the top of my it, "You put up this front that you don't care, but you do. You worry about me. For instance, asking about how I felt about James, which you didn't have to ask, but you did. You're very considerate, and when we have sex, you look at me like I'm the only person that exists, and it scares the living shit out of me." No insinuated humor was in his confession, just pure truth. The truth that made my heartbeat and toes curl.

I just stare at him, in awe of what he just said. "Is that all true?" My voice was nothing above a whisper.

"I would never lie to you, Elizabeth. Never." He kisses the base of my neck, then my arm and hand.