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"You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now.
"And you...
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There's a gentle knock on my door that wakes me from my thoughts, I take off my headphones, dropping them on my desk and walk to my door.
"What?" I open the door, revealing Jude, hands in his pockets with a awkward look on him.
"Your mom let me in. She said she and Reggie were heading out and to let you know." He muttered in a tone I recognize is lower than his actual voice.
I shrug carelessly, Im not on speaking terms with her anymore. I realize what was the point if she only listens to herself when we have a conversation. It doesn't deserve my attention.
I turn around mid walk, looking at Jude who was still standing outside my door.
"You can come in." I tell him.
I realize the reason why he was acting all choked up was because I was only dressed in my white silk robe. After my warm bath, I wanted to be comfortable and he hates me enough to not care what I'm wearing so I didn't put much thought into it. My hair was only barely damp now, my lights were turned off expect for my lamp.
I had been forcing myself to do some studying for the last hour before Jude came over because lately my mind has been elsewhere. I've been giving my attention to the wrong people when I should only be thinking of myself.
Jude takes his time walking into my room, his hands never leave his pockets until he's standing next to me by my desk. I look up at him to see him only glancing down at me. His dark strands of hair were between his eyes but like every other time, I could feel his stare.
"Sit." I gesture to the chair next to me. He would probably be uncomfortable sitting in a chair that looks like is meant for only one of his legs but too bad for him.
He takes the seat nonetheless, his legs touch underneath my desk and his thighs are close together, he clears his throat in an uncomfortable position.
"Was the downstairs occupied?" I think he jokes.
"What's wrong with being in here?" I ask, raising a brow.
"Everything is 5 times smaller." He answers.
"Because it's my room. I'll have things adjusted for your satisfaction another time." I playfully roll my eyes.
"We can move to my bed." I stand up and look at him when he doesn't follow.
I cross my arms and pop a hip when I see the look he gives me.
