You promise?

Chapter 7

Alex

Parties are getting fewer and fewer as final exams sweep everyone away. None of my friends or I have been able to get together, not even for coffee.

Surprisingly, I haven't heard from Char since the day I gave her the house key. A brief message told me that she is so full of projects that she hasn't had time to eat a good meal.

The sky is so dark that it's disappointing that you can't even see the stars.

"Why don't we go to your place?" A whisper tickles my ear.

My frosty beer in my hand is almost empty, and the blond girl in front of me smiles sensually at me. Her eyes look glassy, but I know she hasn't had that much to drink.

"Sure." I say this before joining my lips with hers.

Even though my body had been dead, I needed to go out for a drink. Mosi thought the same thing, so we went for a few beers before joining a group of girls.

The girl's hands seek to lift my shirt as his body hits the front door of the house.

My hands try to pry the door open, but it's difficult when her tongue is inside my mouth.

I pull away as best I can, opening as the girl's mouth begins to kiss my neck.

I open the door, grabbing her by the waist as our lips meet again before pulling us both inside.

We stand there for a few minutes, facing the door, toying with each other, when a noise upstairs makes me stop.

"What's wrong?" the girl asks, reaching for my lips, and I smile nervously.

"Nothing, why don't you freshen up a bit in the bathroom? I'll go upstairs and get a speaker to play some music," I tell her, and the girl smiles.

She kisses my lips and bites the bottom one a little before walking away from me.

I see her go into the bathroom, smile at her before she closes the door, and run upstairs.

I walk down the hallway but stop in front of my bedroom door.

I patted my bags, feeling stupid for not grabbing anything, so I could defend myself.

What if it's a thief?

I flung the door open, trying to have the element of surprise in my favor.

A girl's scream startles me.

I close the door behind me, and she comes up to me, covering her mouth.

We stand still; she's startled, and I'm trying to listen for noise downstairs, hoping with all my soul that the girl downstairs didn't hear anything.

When I hear nothing, I take my hand away from her mouth and look at her.

"What are you doing here?" Char opens her mouth but doesn't say anything, she stirs uncomfortably, and that's when I notice she's in a towel.

A towel and nothing else.

I turn around, placing a hand over my eyes. I sigh, counting to three.

"Char, can you explain to me what you're doing here?" I hear a noise behind me. It's not until I feel it touch my shoulder that I turn around.

I swallow, trying to breathe, because the sight in front of me is no better than the image of her in a towel.

An image that, I'm sure, won't leave my brain for a while.

Her long legs are showing, and one of my white formal shirts is what covers her body. Her wet hair makes some sides show through.

All my strength is concentrated on keeping my eyes fixed on her eyes, not on her breasts, which are almost in sight due to the lack of a bra.