Love, Camping

Chapter 13 | Rule: No girls in the room.

Jessica Timbers P.O.V.

"Come in Jessica."

I gingerly walked into his room, feeling as though entering a forbidden territory.

Derrick's room was big, probably bigger than mine. The walls were blue with white details and a white ceiling. A king-size bed was laid in the middle and there was a dark blue couch on one side of the room. His bag and a few of his clothes were thrown over the couch while the rest of the room was clean.

He closed the door behind me and walked to the centre of the room, behind me.

"Make yourself comfortable while I clean up." He leaned into my shoulder and said.

"O-Okay." I chuckled sheepishly, feeling my cheeks burn when I realised what he meant.

He made his way to the bathroom and opened the door but stopped on his steps.

"And Jessica don't even think of running away. I won't mind hunting you down this time." He gave me a wide smirk and disappeared behind the door.

I nodded lowly; knowing my plan to escape went down the drain.

When the bathroom door finally shut, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I cursed my situation but decided to deal with it since there was no way out of it now.

I planned to start with apologising for trying to kiss him and then as softly as possible tell him that we cannot be friends.

If he asks me why.

I am growing feelings for your idiot self and it is downright wrong in my situation.

I sighed.

Of course I won't tell him about my feelings so I better come up with a proper reason.

I heard the faucet running and few other sounds from inside the bathroom.

I looked around at the rather spacious room. I didn't see any other bag or belongings of some other person and wondered where his roommate was.

Did his roommate leave because he wanted to invite Rebecca over?

Or maybe his roommate was also invited over by someone.

If that's the case, everyone is having sex except for me.

I strolled to the dressing table in his room. I looked through some of his stuff kept there.

My eyes fall on my reflection in the mirror and I notice my slightly red cheeks. My cheeks are always red whenever I am around him, either because I am embarrassing myself or because of his flirting.

Few strands of my hair were framing my face while the rest were pulled up into a high ponytail. I noticed the fine details of my white bra visible through the thin top.

The bathroom door opened and Derrick came out of it, holding a towel in his hand. He was still shirtless, his chiselled abs putting every model I have ever seen to fail. My jaw was already on the floor but I was pulling up a good facade to not let him know that.

My eyes fall to his torso and below the waistline of his sweatpants. The crouch looked more fitted this time, meaning that he has covered his family jewels.

I mean they were covered earlier but more covered now.

I pulled away my eyes from his bottoms before I was caught staring. He wiped his hands, threw the towel on a chair and walked past me to the couch.

"W-where is your roommate?" I broke the awkwardness in the room.

"I don't have one." He answered, nonchalantly.