Fragments of Us.

Part 3

I don't know how or when I fell asleep, but I was jolted awake by the painful urge to pee, the kind that gives you cramps. Sitting up quickly, it took me a moment to realize I wasn't in my dorm. The memories from last night hit me all at once, and my eyes frantically searched the room. There, sprawled out on a couch a good distance from the bed, was Brandon.

The room was huge, with large windows and a high ceiling. I glanced around, taking it all in, but my eyes inevitably wandered back to Brandon. Even in his sleep, he looked ruggedly handsome, a permanent frown etched on his face. So man fi grimy, I thought, remembering how cold he was back at Feria's house.

But damn, the man looked good. Even in his sleep.

"What time do you have class today?" he asked, eyes still closed.

I jumped, letting out a small scream, clutching my chest. "Sas Christ! Mi think yuh did a sleep!"

He chuckled and stretched, rising from the couch. I couldn't help but smile as he stood up, his movements slow and deliberate.

"You didn't answer my question," he said, breaking me from my staring.

"12 o'clock, but it's just a tutorial, so I might not go. Mi tiad," I mumbled, sinking back into the bed.

"You're tired because you wasted your Sunday getting drunk. Get ready, and we'll get some breakfast. You have a few more hours until your class," he said, walking over to hand me a rag, towel, and toothbrush.

I rolled my eyes as I got up and went to the bathroom. Mi nah go, innu. Who does he think he is trying to boss me around? But I followed his instructions, heading into his bathroom and stripping down. I couldn't help but giggle as I washed myself with his body wash, inhaling the scent. Now I smell like him.

After brushing my teeth and attempting to tame my wild curls with some conditioner, I hesitated before heading back into the room. His shirt hung loosely on me, and I had folded my bikini, leaving it in his laundry basket. When I finally worked up the nerve to return, he was gone. Only some clothes were neatly folded on the bed—a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I picked them up, noticing the Armani Exchange logo. Him might nuh get dis back, I joked to myself as I rolled up the waistband of the shorts, which were way too big for me.

I spread the bed and sat on the couch, replying to messages from the girls and my dad. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I called, and Brandon walked in, a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes trailed over his body, lingering a little too long as he walked past me into his walk-in closet. What a piece a man tan good, jah jah.

When he came back out, his cologne hit me like a wave. "Ready?" he asked, finally looking at me, his gaze sweeping from my bare feet to my face.

I nodded, feeling shy. "You look good in my clothes," he remarked, smirking.

"I look good in everything, please," I sassed, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

We went downstairs and through a door by the kitchen, leading into his garage.

"Wait, we're going to get my car from Feria's place, right?"

"I had Chris take it back to UWI for you."

"Oh... Thanks," I said, a little surprised by the gesture. He nodded, and we climbed into his Benz truck. This nice, yuh know. I could feel my thoughts wandering again, imagining all sorts of things. Calm down!

Brandon started the car, and the music played through the Bluetooth. "Is this music alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, suddenly feeling shy again. Jquan's Bogus started playing, and I bounced my head to the beat.