Under His Roof

chapter six

"Kimberly, there's someone here to see you!"

Kimberly woke up to the sound of Chevelle's voice and sunlight peeking in through the curtains. Not wanting to get up, she groaned and rolled over in her bed.

Her room door then opened and Chevelle popped her head in. "Get up." She said. "You have a guest."

"Who could possibly be here to visit me?" Kimberly asked. "I don't even live here."

"A man by the name of Marc?"

Kimberly's eyes widened as she shot up in bed. "Marc?"

Chevelle nodded.

"Oh my God." She muttered, getting out of bed and rushing to the bathroom.

What was Marc even doing visiting her at Julian's house? And why did he even want to see her? She had a feeling that Julian would not be pleased if he found out she and Marc had been hanging out.

She cleaned herself up and skipped down the stairs, right to the front door. She fixed her shirt before she opened it, not letting herself dwell on the fact that she was nervous.

It was just Marc, there was nothing to be nervous about.

She opened the door and almost choked as she saw his innately carved chest glistening with sweat that made its way down his abdomen and disappeared at the line of his basketball shorts.

"Marc...why are you-"

He laughed at her reaction. "Sorry I'm dressed like this, I just came back from a run."

"Oh."

"Yeah." He nodded. "So it's nice to see you Kimberly."

She chuckled. "You too, but Julian isn't around right now though."

He laughed. "I know, but I came to see you. I wanted to make sure you're adjusting well here."

"Oh, well I am, it's been..." Her mind travelled back to the previous night and goose bumps arose on her arms. "...it's been different, but good."

"Good, I'm glad."

They stood there for a few seconds, just smiling at each other before Kimberly stepped to the side. "So, do you want to come in?" She asked. "I'm about to eat breakfast."

Marc shook his head. "No, I have somewhere to be soon, but next time." He said, winking at her before he turned to leave.

Kimberly watched him walk away from the house and as soon as he was off the front porch he started running again. She smiled as she closed the door, happy that somebody cared enough to check in on her, and hopeful that maybe her and Marc could become friends.

She could really use a friend considering the fact that she hasn't and probably will never be able to talk to Julian again.

What could she possibly say to him?

'Oh hey, despite the fact that you almost fingered me yesterday, and are now fully aware that I think of you when I masturbate, let's be buds!'

Yeah, no.

She had avoided him for the rest of last night, not knowing what she could say to him. She was sure he would know exactly what to say to her, but she wasn't completely ready to face him after all of that. She was still very embarrassed and didn't want to have to look at him and see in his eyes that he knew things he shouldn't, it was all too much.

"Kimberly!" Chevelle called. "Your food's on the table."

Kimberly followed the voice, entering the kitchen to see Chevelle wiping up the countertops. "Thank you, and you know you really don't have to do all this right? I can make my own breakfast."