Third Time's a Charm ✓

twenty three

FRIDAY. 25. NOVEMBER. 22.

HE GRINNED AT his lap and bit his bottom lip, glancing up at me with that glint in the amber specks of his eyes, the edge of a flame burning across the sage. "What?" He asked, struggling to suppress his smile. "What's funny? Am I boring you?"

"No," I murmured, shaking my head. My lips were spilling wider, my left cheek cushioned against my loosely curled fist and my elbow resting on his desk. "No, you're not boring me."

We sat at his desk in his dorm. While his roommate was gone for the weekend, I had expected that I wouldn't be able to keep him off of me, especially since we hadn't been able to see each other last weekend, but I had learned a lesson in arrogance.

Instead of his body over mine, instead of us taking each other's clothes off, instead of the slow, warm feeling of his hands or his mouth, we were sitting at his desk together, but I didn't mind a bit.

He was sitting in his chair and I had dragged his roommate's desk chair so that I could sit beside him. I'd caught him in the middle of doing some homework and he was so deeply invested that he'd swiftly opened the door for me, brought me into his arms, kissed me hard and then was back in his chair, completely focused on his laptop.

At first, after I had processed his brisk movements, I had frowned, but when I asked what he was doing and he had turned around and excitedly tried to explain a topic— something related to some kind of physics— that went right over my head, I could only smile at him.

Swiveling his chair so that his body was facing mine, he leaned forward, smiled and pressed his soft, warm lips to my forehead. "Tell me if I'm boring you," he murmured, the movement tickling me.

"I will," I laughed, holding my hand to the back of his neck when he pressed his lips harder against me. "It's okay. I like listening to you talk. Anyway, you listen to me talk all the time and you never complain."

"That's because I don't have anything to complain about," he whispered, securing his arms around me and pulling me onto his lap.

Grinning, I buried my head into the crook of his shoulder and he brought me closer into him. Gently, I placed a kiss to his throat. "I'm not bored," I told him, kissing the same space again. "Promise."

He laughed gently. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" I asked, lifting my head from his shoulder to frown at him.

"For the first time since I moved onto campus, I get to spend a full weekend with you," he grinned, removing his hands from my waist and holding my face, "and I'm doing homework."

"I expected you to have work," I grinned, then shrugged. "And it's nice to see your academic side coming out again."

"The work can be done later," he scoffed, holding my face tighter, and tighter still when I began laughing. "You get to see my academic side for the rest of our lives."

"So what do you want to do?" I asked, pulling his hands away from my face and kissing them with a smile, my chest warm with the promise of our faint future.

"I feel like we always spend time in my dorm," he frowned, his eyes darting up towards the ceiling as he pondered.

"We go out with your friends sometimes," I offered. I liked his college friends, too. They were pretty lively, but I got along with them and he was always happy to bring me to see them. "And there's nothing wrong with staying in the dorm."