Malcom

Chapter 4

I let out an exasperated breath when Malcom leaves the room. I bite my lip as I remember how he looked when he saw me.

"God DAMNIT!" I groan in embarrassment as I sat, hunching over and then head planting into the covers in-front of me. I drag my hands down my face before getting up and grabbing my clothes and getting dressed. My stomach growls and I groan in protest because that means that I have to leave my room, my SANCTUARY, to go and get food, and if I bump into Malcom? What then?

I feel so embarrassed but my need for food is definitely beating the feeling of embarrassment, so I take a deep breath and slowly turn my doorknob, trying to avoid making even a single peep at all costs. I peak out into the hallway and peer over at Malcom's door, which is closed, but the light is in fact still on.

Fuck it.

I take a deep breath and slowly creep out of my bedroom and down the hallway, but abruptly stop when I get to his door. I'm hesitant, but I curiously place my ear up to the door to see if I can hear anything. I wait a few moments before I hear his voice, I couldn't make out what he said, but I heard what sounded like a groan and my face instantly heated up. I ran the rest of the way down the hall, into the big kitchen and nervously laughed to myself, trying to catch my breath and slow my heart rate.

Was he........oh my god.

I blush even harder when the thought crosses my mind. I try to shoo the thoughts out of my head as I look for some kind of snack or anything really that sounds appetizing but with as little cooking and noise as possible. I find some packs of chicken ramen and a pot, so I grab one and silently take the pot over to the sink to fill it up with water when I hear a door open. My heartbeat quickens. I try to continue to keep myself busy as I hear his footsteps gradually getting closer to the kitchen. I walk over to the stove with the pot in one hand and a pack of ramen in the other. Placing the pot on the stove, I turn it on and set the ramen packet on the counter. His footsteps reach the kitchen and I can feel his presence in the doorway behind me.

"Were you just at my door?"

I feel my face heating up, so I don't turn around.

"Uhm no....I don't know what you're talking about."

I can hear his footsteps approaching me. My heart feels like it's about to fly out of my chest.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." he whispers in my ear. My breath catches at the back of my throat as I feel the tips of his fingers graze the side of my thigh, tracing up towards my underwear. As his fingers hit my waistband, he traces the edges of the lace, making me let out a starved gasp as I back my body towards him, craving more of his touch. His hands move upwards towards my hips slowly, as he presses himself against me. I can feel his boner pressed up against the side of my ass and I bite my lip as I slowly grind it on him. I feel his breath on my neck as he moves closer to me, placing soft kisses along my neck and shoulder. He stops to suck on the sensitive spot of my neck, and I can't help but let out a moan in reply.

I can feel his lips forming into a smirk against my skin as he steps back, leaving me were I stand, absolutely entranced, knees weak, mind foggy. I turn around still dazed.

"Why.....why'd you stop?" my voice came out in a whisper, as I was having I bit of trouble processing what just happened.

He smirks mischievously. He's standing there, no shirt, gray sweats and his hair all wet and messy. "You didn't answer my question. So, were you outside my room?"

I blush and look at the floor, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"Maybe......"

"And why exactly were you by my door?" I can feel his smirk grow wider without even having to look at him.