College Girl

Chapter 13

Liberty's POV
"Don't even try to take a peek, Trey!" I say while cutting, and forking the French toast.

"I'm not!," he says while grinning,"Put it in my mouth already!"

"Alright. Say 'Ahh'"

"Ahhh" he says. So freaking cute. I can't.

I lightly hold his chin, and put the food in his mouth. He better not ewk my food. He chews and smiles.

"This is really good. French toast?"

"Yep." I respond,"Open your eyes."

He opens his eyes and I push his plate in front of him. Eggs, French toast, and sausage. I filled his plate to the brim.

"I hope you're hungry." I say.

"I am. Thank you." He responds.

He takes his fork and digs in. He closes his eyes in ecstasy as he chews the food. He licks his plump lips ever so slowly which causes me to think that he's trying to seduce me. I take my plate of food and sit across from him and eat.

"You like it?"

"This is the best cooking I've had in a while, Liberty." He answers while taking a sip of his orange juice,"You saved my life."

I smile proudly. Thankfully, my mom and my high school culinary class teacher taught me how to throw it down.

"There's more where that came from. I'll cook today if that's okay with you."

He shrugs,"That's cool. You have everything you need here?"

"Uhh. I just need a couple of things. I was thinking that I'd go to the grocery store after this."

"Oh yeah. You want me to drive you?"

"That would be nice." I respond.

We eat in silence for the rest of the time, occasionally glancing at each other and smiling. Once done, Trey gets up and walks to my side.

"Are you done?" He asks.

I nod my head and stand up with my plate.

"I got it." He says while walking over to me and taking my plate out of my hands.

He walks over to the sink and begins to wash the dishes. I stare at his back, and notice his back muscles. He has no shirt on so I see everything. I bite my lip as images of us in bed making love come to my mind.

"I'm gonna get dressed." I tell him while walking towards the stairs.

"Yep."

I shower and put on a pair of light boyfriend jeans, black t-shirt, and white converse.

"I'm ready." Trey announces outside my door.

"Alright. I'm done." I say while grabbing my purse.

I open the door and walk out into the hallway. Trey looks me up and down with apparent approval.

"Let's go." He says.
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"What are you going to cook exactly?" Trey asks me while backing out of the supermarket's parking lot.

"Well, lunch isn't going to be anything special, but dinner is gonna be Haitian cuisine."

"This will be my first time tasting Haitian food." He says while driving down the street.

"Well, I won't make you regret this."

"And desert?" He asks.

"That's still undecided." I tell him.

He shrugs, and turns up the music. "Cheerleader" by OMI blasts in his car. I begin dancing and singing along to the song. Trey looks over and laughs.

"Come on." I say,"You know you want to jump in."

This song is so catchy that it gets annoying. He finally gives in and begins singing along. He doesn't even sound half bad. Once the song is over, I flick Trey's cheek and ask,

"Where'd you learn to sing like that?" I ask curiously.

He rolls his eyes," You did not have to flick me."

"I know, but I was tempted. So, please explain your voice"

He pulls into his driveway, turns off the engine, and turns to me.

"I was raised in the church and always sung in the choir, and I was in a band which my mother never approved of."

"You sound really good. Why'd you stop?"

He shrugs and scratches his head,"I realized teaching is a more realistic goal. Singing is just a hobby."

"So, if I were to ask you to sing to me, would you?"

He looks at me like I'm crazy.

"I don't really sing anymore. Not many people know about this."

"I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. And you don't have to sing around me if you don't want to. Just asking."

He pulls on his goatee and says,"I respect that...I'll get the bags."

Trey gets out the car and opens the trunk to get the two grocery bags. I trudge into the house behind him and into the kitchen.
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"I knew you were cocky!" I say while changing the channel.

"I'm not cocky. I'm just stating facts," Trey says smiling,"I'm a really good kisser."

"Fxck outta here." I say playfully.

"Okay. That time we did kiss, you know that shxt was amazing."

Okay, it was pretty nice, but I'm not gonna let him have it that easy.

I shrug my shoulders.

"It was straight. I can't really remember though." I say nonchalantly.

I turn off the tv and look at him from where I'm laying the carpeted floor. He looks at me with an attitude, and licks his lips.

"Do you want me to help you remember?" He asks with mischief.

"Come here and refresh my memory." I say biting my lip.

My stomach is doing flips. Yes yes. He's coming closer. He sits down, and I sit up close to him. He touches my cheek and says,

"This is just a refresher."

Before crashing his lips into mine. Oh my gosh. He starts off slow before licking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I slightly open my mouth and he dives in. He pushes me onto the floor, but never lets our lips detach.

I softly bite his bottom lip, then suck it. He groans and moves down to my neck. He bites and and sucks my weak spots leaving love marks. The whole time I'm moaning and gasping. I know he's getting satisfaction from this because I feel him smiling against my lips.

"Remember now?" He says while getting off me and laying next to me.

I laugh and slap his chest.

"I never forgot."