Adam Douglas imagines

Reading Time

"god this is dull..."Adam sighed as he leaned back on the tartan blanket against the grass, picking grass blades up with his hand.

Classes would begin in three weeks, and he'd move in in two weeks. But now one of the dorms was hosting a drug trial. Two weeks stuck in the dorm with a bunch of strangers for £200 per day just to be a guinea pig for some new medication.

The trial was three days in so far, and he was already frustrated by the boring other participants and the lack of TV... and his phone.

"Dull indeed. It's a pleasant day though, better than rain than we'd be locked in the dorm" A voice spoke up beside him,

He glanced up, he had met her on day one of the trail but for the first time, he really noticed her.

Florence was part of the trial too, and a fellow Oxford student however she studied literature so Adam in his Classics would never really have come across her. She sat beside the blanket with her hardback of Edgar Allen Poe poems, her soft curls fluttering in the gentle breeze, her make-up pristine wearing a black off-the-shoulder top and a long deep purple skirt with some black boots

"She's cute," he thought, "her hair and her outfit, plus the whole poetry reader thing seemed to make her perfect. Smart, cute and a reader... And she was the quiet type too. I like quiet girls, they tend to be more sensitive, sweet and well... better in bed"

"That's true." He spoke up, He decided to try to get to know her. to chat her up really. "What book is that?"

"a collection of Edgar Allen Poe poems. I bought it to read on the train on the way here. All that looked good in the Kings Cross bookshop, but I've read them all before," she explained,

"Poe isn't really my kind of reading. I'm more of a..." He paused for dramatic effect. "Classics guy." He smirked, looking back at her.

she chuckled "Let me guess you're a classics major?"

"Yup. And I bet you're a literature girl." He smirked. "She seemed the type."

"it is my major yes" she nodded

He chuckled. "Figured. You give off literature girl vibes."

"do I?" She raised an eyebrow,

"Totally. The whole quiet girl with the Oxford literature vibes. Cute and smart." He smirked

"I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted"

"Flattered. I mean the smart and cute thing as a compliment." He chuckled slightly, he couldn't resist checking her out again. Adam's eyes flick over Florence he can't help checking out her hips, thighs, and considerable... Assets.

Florence however doesn't notice focusing on her book "Well that's very kind of you, perhaps you could write me a poem in Latin," she joked,

He chuckled at the joke. "Only if you want love Sonnets, poetry in ancient Rome was very much about the erotic." a smirk formed on his lips as he studied her figure, she didn't notice, which he liked. He could check her out as much as he wanted without her knowing.

"I'm well aware" she chuckled

He chuckled, liking the fact that he had found someone he could talk to about Roman literature too. "How did you get drawn to Latin and ancient literature? If you don't mind me asking."

"I had an ancient Roman phase I think everyone did." She shrugged, "I find the ancient Roman views on intimacy oddly fascinating... Mostly due to how strangely contradictory it is,"

"A lot of Roman stuff is contradictory... the views on what the ideal woman is a good example." He chuckled, he liked that she was smart.

"I suppose, I don't know some things just seem strange. Like their equivalent of Valentine's Day where priests whipped women for fertility and single people shoved names in jars like a city-wide key party"